The morning of June 27, 2020

The morning of June 27, 2020

I had a good dream. Been meaning to write about it all day since I rarely have good dreams. But it was a soft tender delicate dream one that I sincerely hope and pray comes through. 

I dreamt I was in the arms of someone. Someone young, soft-spoken and British, specifically he was Hero Fiennes-Tillman. But that representation in my dream doesn’t necessarily mean it will be him. We had broken up and were now back together and stealing embraces with each other at work. he was staying nearby and I stole away from work to cuddle with him on a bench. And as we intertwined hands and hugged affectionately he said he’d never been so happy, that everything was working out in his life, our lives and he wondered why we were so lucky. The entire world was going through a hard time but here we were, in bliss. We had broken up but were now back together. Our work was great and our personal life, our relationship was great. What did we do to deserve to be so lucky? Then, we kept on embracing and then I woke up. 

It was 10am. June 27, 2020. 

Interesting dream. Rather interesting inspiration. This what happens when you go to sleep reading your fan-fiction.