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Today sucked, but the dream was good. First off, I'm going through a list of people that have possibilities because I have afflictions with them or I know them, then widdling down the list before the dream. Here is the first selection list to choose from the mystic woman from my dream.



Okay now the reasons why not. First.
Heather and Wolfy are blonde.
Chesh's little sister isn't perverted.
Miranda I barely know.
Sonja is questionable.
Anastasia is too short for the part, also too punk rockish.
Chesh is some what more questionable... Due to latest dream.

Neither of the above have a musical instrument in the violin except for Chesh. Which would explain the most part of that. But no possibilities can be ruled down yet due to the thoughts corroding, tossing, and flipping my mind about. I know you're skimming through this Chesh. Just start from the beginning and read it all.

If skimmed down, the list now appears as.

Joy
Sister of Joy (Need to get name)
Sonja

Joy already said in no possible way would she ever consider dating/coupling with some one younger than her, even by one or two years, which got me upset until I had this dream... I love the future if it happens and I work hard enough. I really sorta want it to be her. Her sister is okay, but we can't keep a conversation going past bothering the other or complaining about Chesh some times. (Sorry Chibi... Secret's out about your trash talk I guess. Don't worry, she can't make me tell you what you've been ranting about. Nana Chesh...). Sonja lives is two years older, lives in Germany, and I've never seen what she looks like. I know a few deep tings about her, but I won't say unless to people who are close enough to keep a secret.

Joy, I know has black hair and would make those jokes, even though she may deny it. Even if she is cruel, it's a good deserving cruel, it's really attractive to me I guess you could say. Chesh I don't care what you say, I'm being mature about this and putting it out there. A girl who isn't afraid to say her piece and has good morals? That's a rare combo that I find high on the priority in my mind, and we know a few things about each other. If there was anything to say, I swear if it is her, I will have her, I guess... She does seem like the perfect fit to the dream.

A theory would be after I've grown to age eighteen, my personality and IQ would drasticaly change, dropping immaturity (Not totaly losing it... You still need to have fun in life.), and raising my intelligence. Aspergurs has it's pros. If it wasn't for this autism. I don't think I'd be able to take a joke or become who I am or who I will be. I've calmed down over the years, from the fights of five, to the mindset of an adult at seventeen. I'm not entirely ready for all the responsibility, and I know this. I've got two years. Then I'm off to a four year college in the Ivy league schools for Bioengineering and Anthropology (This I swear.) that's when I'll be ready. I'm pretty sure my future self described when we met. More of, 'We tossed the dice...' Kind of phrase I use.

Maybe I should toss the dice... That would be pretty great having a good life. Sure there'll be fights from time to time, but there will always be that bond. It happens in every relationship. Even if you don't say it Chesh, you might as well get the mind set that relationship isn't about the age limits. No one needs to be anything to love anyone. There can be no limits, and I know I sound sappy, but god damn the sky of the morning light that I am going to be right about atleast one thing in my life and this shall be it... Now read the damn dream. Even if it is sappy.

~Enjoy

I had many parts in the dream, but this was my favorite.



This part starts out a bit odd, considering that it sprang up after a merchant scene chase to a calm, peaceful, serene moonlight walk. One moment, I'm in Saudi Arabia, the next, I'm on the beaches of what I think is Iceland. The air was abnormaly cool for the time of year and the sand molded to each foot step. It's warmth surrounding my toes and inviting pleasant thoughts into my mind. My palm tingled with a soft pumping of warm blood from another hand.

The wind blew to the east and the moon was as pale and as full as it could ever be, and seemed slightly closer. Further investigation into this is needed. The world in the moonlight looked sapped and void of color. She was there again, holding my hand as we paced the sand together. I tried looking into her lovely eyes a few times, they were open, but all I could see was one giant pupil due to the fact that the moonlight took away the colors of the day with it. The moon made the world lose her radiance and shafted it into a monochrome set of oil based paints. Even without color, I could tell that her eyes were beautiful. It was an instinct...

We both seemed distracted by thought, zoning in and out of silence. We had just traveled, and we wanted to have time to settle down before going out again. That's what I assume the story was. She happened to catch me thinking and zoned, I guess she couldn't wait to ask, "What's on your mind now?" It was a gentle voice, we had experienced alot, something I would find out later I hope. I answered, "What if I wasn't persistant?" She moved closer and placed her head on my shoulder, or near it. She was shorter than me. "Hm?"

"I mean, what if I hadn't convonced you that there wasn't a bound either way. What if I hadn't convinced you there were no rules?" She sighed. "Are you still on that subject? After so long?" "Well it has been on my mind for a while." "Do you want us to fight and for you to see what's like?" "What? No no... I'm just thinking of how much we would have missed had we not decided, had I not changed your mind... Every trip, every moment, even every fleeting fight, every last tear for each other. I couldn't think of my life without it... It would be so different. It would be like the moon was always shining instead of a sun."

"I wouldn't be here and neither would you." I looked down at her, she either didn't seem to care, or she was hiding in her own thoughts. It was some other instinct. "Jackie, ding dong, some times I don't understand your mind. We wouldn't have been together had I not taken a leap of faith and trusted you... You promised me, and for some reason, despite all other reasons, it felt right. If I had to, I would do it again, but I don't feel like talking like sap..." I looked down at her kissing her fore head, before holding her tighter.

I whispered to her, "I love you, you know that? And no matter how much we yell and scream at each other, no matter how many times we fight, that will never change. Not even with time..." She siged again, it wasn't sad, it wa relaxed as if she was holding in a breath for a while. "I know... Hey why did you chase after me? You knew I was cruel and blunt, you had a very small, fraction of a percent, that seemed as unfathomable as walking on air than you would likely win me and I wouldn't go for you... Why did you still do it?"

I rubbed my chin thinking and then spoke after a few more paces. "Well, other than those dreams, I guess, it was the whole thing of you, being you, you were honest with me, and deep inside, I knew some where you had a soft spot for true romance. True passionate feelings. And it was only my ideas that kept me driving, and my love that has never died." She smiled faintly, the sap was getting layered on too thick. "You were also kinky and cute, not to mention you weren't the typical population of idiot that America is capable of culturing in a broken petridish. It's just, the whole mix. I went after you because there was no one like you."

"Even though I had a shot with your sister in age groups, she didn't have that same defiance or that fiery zest I could feel when I'm around you, not just when I'm around you, but when I'm talking to you even by another device. There's alot more to you than just looks, hon. You're intellectual. We both have our moments, but that just makes things more enjoyable..." She placed a hand on my cheek and pulled me closer to her, "Shut up, you might make me blush... Or puke."

"Maybe that was my intention..." I smiled before she pulled me into a soft kiss, out lips embracing each other. That warm, familiar sensation was there, making my heart thump in my chest every time I felt it. She pulled close, heer eyes closde. "Idiot..." She smiled. "Dork..." I replied smiling, before my alarm clock rang. I awoke irritated that the dream ended and I kept trying to get it back.