Cold and Flu tablets have strange effects on me (read: Journal entry about crazy freo but not freo dream). They drudge up the emotions I've pushed so far down because I don't want to look at them, much less feel them, and blare them in my face.

For instance, this afternoon I was having a rest, of course I drifted off cause mum gave me the drowsy ones by 'accident' (yeah, right) and jesus. I did not need that dream after the emotional turmoil of the last week and a half. Kay?

the thing about said dreams, is that they're ridiculously vivid. I was, i think, remembering the last hug I got from a certain someone when I fell asleep, so naturally this continued in dreamland.

keeping it short, There was me, him, his brother and a friend of ours. For some reason, we were up my neck of the woods, at Clarkson train station (what is it with train stations in these dreams?) but like Freo in my dreams, it was slightly different. The smartrider gates were absent, I think. Anyway, brother and friend were walking ahead of us, and for once (just once) boy asked if there was something wrong. I'm assuming my brain set this just after the gigantic fight that broke out on Sunday morning at home.

So for once, continuing the trend, I spilled as we walked down towards the main entrance to the traino. Then we got to the part where I stop walking and turn to go home. Said bye to brother and friend, they kept walking, I remember being vaguely confused when boy just stood in front of me.

And then he just hugged me. And this is where the vividness comes in. It was like I could feel it. I've had hugs in real life with Boy before. They're one armed, friendly, not tight things. But this hug was just...fuck. My head just found that spot in the crook of his neck, and I swear I could almost smell him, even feel his hands in the small of my back.

So of course then is the perfect time for little sister to barge in and wake me up. Thanks Lauren. Jesus.