he bent down on the floor next to me. "don't do it, nikki," he said. "please, don't, please don't..."
i started crying and grabbed him, wrapping my arms around him as he did the same to me. he held me tightly and gently rubbed my back as he started quietly crying too, still muttering, "please don't do it."
"okay," i said. "i won't."
he had to go meet his girlfriend, but he said he'd be back. to talk. and i wanted that, just to sit and talk to him, pour my soul out, let everything go.
i heard his car and walked out into our garage, standing with him in the empty space where my dad's car would be when he got home from work. my mom came outside, i panicked. my parents never let me hang out with guy friends.
i started to ask, "would it be okay if me and my friend zack sat outside and talked for --"
"no," she cut me off. she went back inside.
i heaved a sigh and started to tear up. zack gave me a quick hug before he got in his car. as he pulled away,
i woke up.
is this some kind of omen? i've never had a dream so realistic. usually my dreams are weird and make no sense. but this felt so much more real. like the kind of thing that could actually happen. i'm a big believer in the importance of dreams. i think they can tell you things about your future or your subconscious emotions. is this some kind of warning? i don't know what it means. i don't know what to make of it. but i still weighed myself as soon as i woke up. still chewed and spat my pizza into a cup in beknownst to my 8 year old sister sitting on the other couch. still don't plan to digest any food until next week. still don't want to eat anything for as long as i can.
maybe i just had that dream because i fell asleep doing crunches, it was on my mind as i drifted into REM. who knows, really.
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