Maybe its different

A normal schol day i guess, and i think it would have been. yet, i stood there staring at a teacher which i think suspects something, and he looks a lot more aged and unshaven than i remember. still his features were distinct enough for me to recognise him, despite the stubble and his greying hair.

A make up lesson, or i think it was some meeting that required a certain bunch of people to be there. i saw 3 PRC sitting at the table with him, and then i asked, "so who else are you waiting for?" he mentions a few familiar people, and then says your name in a way that i am quite sure he is suspecting something is going on. but i quickly let it pass, and leave the area looking, i think may be for you.

Then i see you, and i catch up. i cannot remember our dialogue, but that was insignificant. but then, you suddenly remembered something and was about to dart off. My reflexes snap, and i gripped onto your wrist. you were a little taken aback, and i guess i felt all the blood shoot up to my head. either i moved closer to you, or vice versa, but i didnt really let go. instead i tried to slip my hand down your palm, and tried to feel for your fingers. you did not pull back, nor did you feel shocked, and my hand just moved down until it was holding yours, locked.

Androgenous as it may seem, i think i layed my head on your shoulder ofr a while, as we walked. slow, but not slow enough, for soon we approached the teacher we both know. we sit, and i dont leave. Yet i dont think about how awkward it should be. Instead, i remember him calling my name, telling me that i am supposed to be part of the team.

Where was this? it was like a circle patch of grass, i can't really recall much further than that. but on the edges of the circle there were more benches with people , and in the middle our bench with the rest of the team. I cannot get it out of my head.

I don't usually remember my dreams, and even if i do i only have really short snippets. and it was unusual for me to remember such a huge chunk of my dream. Perhaps it could mean something? but chances are i wont pluck up the same courage to do what i envisioned myself doing.

I dont know why the feeling's back. i did not think that it would?

P.S. im still a little tired from all the events, i'll update open house, the LA play and BL another time.