➻Speeding’s Probably Safer

Don't want to put this in my scout dreams document because its another sad, half lucid one.

But what I remember is I saw him, I really saw him. He was talking to his friend, cool and all, but I came over, I really missed my boyfriend, I didn't care about interrupting. Then as soon as I was about to come over they got up and moved to another place on this truck, so I hurriedly, almost frustratedly came over between the two seater.

I came up to Scout saying something like; 'Why do you keep running away from me? I just wanna be with you, please.’

I get him off of the truck and I'm holding his face and honestly getting a bit emotional and I'm walking with him until we're alone together and its like I blink and all I have in my hands is a stupid stupid spatula.

He’s a figment again.

So I turn around and it looks like the dream just had all my irls walking down to make it seem like I was interrupting a perfectly good, normal, moment with some weird hallucinations. I remind myself nothing made sense and its still a dream.

I'm still sad about the spatula, I hold onto it.

So I go up to this old lady and describe him to her and she tells me she's has to have seen him around.

I see a few guys with similar haircuts or whatever as him.

But I know its not him.

I look around and nothing is there.

I wake up.