I dreamt about my crush again tonight. He was with me at my family's house, the one I grew up in. In my dreams we never moved from there, don't know if it's just wishful thinking or because somehow my heart is still there. Anyways, in the dream there were a lot of other people I didn't recognise. They were all in some sort of extreme sports tournament under the ground that I tried to tag along with but felt inadequate cause I couldn't keep up. (Did I mention it was extreme?) I wanted to stay close to my crush but was afraid to make a move. I don't remember how the dream ended, but probably with the crew calling me for my morning pills.
The thing is I don't really think of him so much when I'm awake. I look at his picture every now and then, but he isn't on my mind so much. Trying to move on I suppose, but he's appearently following me in my nigthly dreams... though this was the second of only two dreams so far, but still. I haven't been dreaming about my crushes before him in a long time, so I suppose he is special, well, somehow more special than other people I've had feelings for. Maybe cause this one is actually a good person, or so I believe from the relatively little I know about him.
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