A group of friends and i were chilling in a weird building that was fairly open air and made of a lot of wood. There didn't seem to be any artificial lighting, just sunlight that shined in indirectly. We were all comfortable living there, and it felt normal to us.
A lot of stuff went on, like life-- the little dramas of everyday life, who liked who, and stuff. It was like the dynamics of any long-term group of friends. Most just watched whether from 3rd or 1st person, but one of the last and major little dramas finally caught me and got me wrapped up in it.
One of my friends, a skinny girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, had a crush on one of the other guys. I knew, and it was cool, until i started having feeling for him too. So i flirted with him, and was a lot cooler than her about it, because i acted laid-back and friendly, which i am, while she'd either watch from afar or become too agitated when he was around. I wasn't cold and calculating, but yes i had an interest for him too. She didn't find out, but a mutual guy friend wasn't completely happy about me flirting with him when i knew the sweet little other girl had her crush.
Eventually, i won his friend's love. My competition was never around when i was, and i guess that really helped. I remember him kissing my neck in a hug and being very content and blissfully happy.
ANALYSIS:
Jeez, i'm having all these romance dreams lately, at least those are the ones i remember, which isn't like me at all usually. I've never liked romance and mushy stuff, but i've been reading a few romance novels lately since college can be boring.
(i'm blaming my roommate for working at a library during the summer) and while the scenes never escalate to those in romance novels, its more of the emotions behind them i guess. i'm missing my boyfriend, i'm missing close friends, i miss friendly love and honesty and the freedom. i feel i'm missing out on a lot of life here, missing moments with other people i care about... oh well, i'm just gonna sigh wistfully and move on.
ANYWAY, when i thought back on the dream right after i woke up, i keep associating a wooden recorder to him, but i don't think he played or carried it around.
i just bought a wooden recorder though, at Ren Fest (the Maryland Renaissance Festival, and one of the best in the US.) but all i can play on the recorder is a scale and trilly notes.
Just as a side note: one of these people aren't like or reflect anyone i know. I didn't get that vibe from any of them. They seem more based off stories i've read than anyone i know personally.
