Needless Drama Over A Dream
I dreamt a dream last night. Not an unusual occurrence, to be sure, but this one sticks out in my mind because it fell into a particular category.
When it began, I was sitting at a bar in a Strange Place. The reason that the Strange Place was strange was because it wasn't so much a building as a series of tunnels and vaults and underground staircases that ran beneath a city, though I can't remember which one, if it was even specified. And as I sat at the bar in the Strange Place (the bar was crowded but not packed, and there were people all about) I started talking to a girl whose name I did not know. She had red streaks and ridiculous curls in her hair and what I think was a fox tail pinned to the back of her jeans, and she was beautiful. Our conversation made up most of the dream, though I can't remember specifically what it was about; but we went through the Strange Place, looking around and exploring the tunnels and talking all the while. And as is wont to happen, the first ragged brushstrokes of a crush started to form around my heart.
Later in the dream (since I unfortunately do not remember the events leading up to this point) I met her again and recognized her as someone I had known years ago, though my feelings remained the same. Then I thought to myself in the dream, "I'll just close my eyes for a moment." And of course, when I did, I woke up.
This is one of two dreams that has made me a little sad to wake up; the other one was a long time ago.