So I haven’t blogged in a while seeing as I’m extremely busy not studying for exams… So today I had my first exam for anthropology, which as you know, I’ll probably have failed anyway, and did today. And last night, I was up till around one am just…looking at really vague revision slides that the lecturer made for the last week. Kinda helped and kinda didn’t, but turns out, I should give myself a bit more credit, some stuff I did listen to in tutorials did come in handy. So with an early wake up call at 6:30am that I left till 7am (good job me) I feel asleep exhausted, and went to gain an eventful and blissfully euphoric six hours sleep…
And the dreaming begins…
Much alike any other dream I’ve had, this specific section was dreamt just before I woke up from a pressed bladder. Anyway, rather than beginning with how amazing and overwhelmed I felt in my dream and when I woke up, I’ll try to begin by recounting this epic love story…
So I was in the shopping centre, not sure which one, and I was with a friend, also not sure who. Actually I think it might’ve been my sister… Anyway, we are in the middle of turning the corner to go down the escalator when from the corner of my eye, I see this curly haired cute boy with hipster glasses on. I’m like, oh my god, is that who I think it is? I look at him, and he looks back at me. I look at him half quizzically and he turns back to whatever he’s doing and is trying to be inconspicuous. I’m not quite sure, I think I say to my sister something like, “Oh my god, I think that’s Harry Styles over there…!!!” It’s my last chance, as we turn and walk down I call out, “HARRY!!” He turns and looks up at me! It is him!! It’s Harry Styles!! His effortless bespectacled disguise cannot fool me! My life flashes before my eyes (okay well this is just author exaggeration, it could’ve happened!). He shoots me this look as if he’s saying, “Come now if you want to meet me! Before everyone realises it’s me and crowds me…”, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide and neck jerked slightly forward. So of course, I make my way hurriedly back to him!!
I’m somewhat swoop up to him and we embrace! It’s warm and longing, and my arms loop under his arms, around the back of his chest, hugging him so tight! (Wow, sorry, I feel really lame writing like a fanfiction, but to be fair, this is a real dream I had last night!) I say something like, “I love you so much! This is the most amazing moment of my life!!” Something really cheesy like that, that he hears all the time. But to be honest, I don’t think I even care. I am euphoric, my heart is racing, it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest and I can’t stop smiling!!!
I had always thought about what I would say if I met Harry, and the others boys too, trying to think of something memorable, cool and interesting! But then I realise, that the only reason why I’d want to say something like that is so I can spark up some sort of friendship, when in reality, it will never happen. But then I tell myself again, you have to believe if you want to achieve! Be positive and optimistic! (Or it could be contrarily construed as naive and wishful).
Anyway, back to the dream! In my dream, Harry was wearing a thin white tee with some sort of black calligraphic drawing on it…so loose yet form fitting, caressing his sexy body. (Ultimate fanfiction moment). He says something back to me like, “I love you too.” I don’t know, I don’t remember what he said to me in my dream, but I’m going to make myself believe it was something as amazing as that and that it really did happen (in my dream I mean, I suppose I could also be delusional and make myself believe it happened in real life, but that’s just crazy).
I’m not sure what even happens, but then some people he knows or I know, or maybe even randoms come up to us (while we’re having an intimate moment) and basically I end up taking a few pictures of Harry and some fans or friends. I’m handing him his phone or something and we’re standing close…and then I wake up.
Oh lord, when I woke up, it was 6:18am. I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt! The dream was so amazing, and incredible, and fabulously intimate I felt as though my heart would burst out of love! Yet at the same time, I felt so incredibly sad that this may never happen, and I will never even get to experience this utterly epic sensation, it’s unforgettable… So basically, an overwhelming overload of euphoria and melancholy, as I have described many dreams and moments before… Oh life. What a hand you’ve dealt me. What an amazing dream. I wonder what will happen the next time I dream about Harry…just wondering makes me smile.
All my love,
Just Another Woo Girl