December 31, 2011

I had the weirdest dream mainly because it had JB in it.. and by JB, I mean Blanche's JB...

*Whenever I retell a dream, this isn't the exact dream I had. I would have added minor details to make the dream have a bit more sense. But rest assured, the dream is still legit.

It basically started in a Japanese style home. The old ones, not the modern ones. There was a table in the middle and it had a few cups of tea. Around it were some people but the only one I could recognize was Angie.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, someone opened it and JB was there. Now, it wasn't exactly JB as it did not look like him, but I knew in my gut that it was him (later on, he begins to look a lot more like himself)

We leave the room for a while to chat and when we came back, we saw Angie upset. Apparently, the tea had been taken away and she doesn't know where it was. So we console her for a while. We then look for the missing tea which we inevitably could not find (so much for being Sherlock.. hahaha)

The scene suddenly changes into a garage wherein we find ourselves *doing something non-sexual but I would not say because it may leave a scar in your mind that will never leave.*. So apparently, we had become close friends.

We chat for a while about non-sense stuff.. things that I could not remember.. next thing we know, the place is already crowded with lots of people because we *apparated* to Lasalle... He went to class and so did I, but a few minutes into the class, he was sitting beside me.

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I asked him why he wasn't in class and he said "I wanted to talk to you about Blanche"

I freaked out a bit not knowing what to say. He then goes on saying "What if I court her?"

I asked him why he was asking me this and he said "well, you know blanche better than I do.."

I told him I didn't know... and he asked me "what if I court you?"

I said yes and we got married and lived happily ever after..





TROLOLOLOL
Just trolling you, blanche,
the dream ends when we go our separate ways to class