Back to High School

This time, my unconscious journey took me back to a place that felt a lot like my high school, but the setting was not in Jakarta where I spent my high school years. This place looked gloomy, and the sky was dominated with layers of dark blue, grey and black. There was never sunshine.


However, there were people that I knew, lived in this place, interacting with me. We were going to hold a major play in our school.

I met a girl with curly hair, someone that used to be my best friend, the only girl that I have kissed in the mouth in real life. But in this dream, I was not close to her. I was instead close to a group of girls whose face I couldn't recognize, but they wore the kind of clothes and hair style that I love. Sometimes I knew one or two of these girls, and recognized them as friends of my boyfriend. But sometimes these girls have different faces. But we were close. 

We went out a lot, sometimes just chilling out on the street and talking about something that I couldn't hear. Sometimes we went out to restaurants and talk about this play and some of us would be involved in a debate that would lead to a fight and someone would walk out the door.

These events were repeated in my sleep. They led to nowhere. The play never happened and I, with my friends just keep doing insignificant activities that were seem done with no aim, no goal. But we were busy with things that I couldn't understand because the place always change.

I was happy. 
But then, I had to wake up.

my friends and the mist