#vanilla origin

September 25/26, 2015

A dream has never made me feel so good in a long time. Maybe it’s because I was still a little high when I slept last night, who knows why. All I know is that I slept hella fucking good and had a pretty cool dream (granted I only remember this one particular dream)

Peck

I was chilling with some friends in what looked like an alley. For some reason it didn’t feel menacing at all, it was actually quite comfortable but not really spacious. Nevertheless, we were kicking it in an alley. I was hanging out with one particular girl. I vaguely remember her being really cute with a cool style. She had a haircut resembling Uma Thurman’s haircut in Pulp Fiction, but was more flowy. Despite this, I don’t quite remember what her face looked like although I have a vague recollection or her being Asian possibly. She wore all black, as if shrouding herself in more mystery. And she was probably really really cool because I seemed to be pretty comfortable with her and also seemed to enjoy her company. We were conveniently in a space that only had room for two people, so we were physically close to each other, just watching the other patrons in the kickback. However even though the space confined the two of us, I assumed that we liked each other because of how we acted with each other. She put her head on my shoulder while saying something to me in a volume loud enough so that only I can hear it. I don’t know what she said to me and in fact, she doesn’t speak once during the duration of the dream. But I tried to put my head on her shoulder even though she was shorter than me. But even though she had short hair, it was flowing on my face so I can look through it. So here we were, boy and girl, leaning on each other. Pretty cool. I vaguely recall saying to her “looking through you hair, I feel like The Grudge.” We start giggling with each other and see her genuine laughter and I feel truly happy. And as if that weren’t enough, while we were laughing, she sneaks a little peck-like kiss on my right cheek and I remember feeling bashful and flattered at the same time. We look at each other with longing eyes and I slowly lean in for a kiss. She also leans in. I distinctly remember the last thing I saw before closing my eyes for the kiss. Her peach colored lipstick on her lips, soft like cotton, welcoming like a warm embrace. We passionately kiss, tongue and everything. I also remember in much detail how I felt the exact moment we kissed. A feeling I can only describe as euphoria flooded my body. My heart felt like it was going to explode, chills ran through my body, instant boner, I was fucking happy. I then remember the people at the party looking at us and smiling, knowing exactly the implications that this kiss will have for the both of us.