My Restless Feet

In my dreams, I was dressed like Christine Dae and the man standing in front of me was dressed like a knight in shining armor without the mask, he didn’t resemble Erik at all. I wasn’t really the girl I mean she looked like me … prettier and skinnier I think but definitely me, but it seems like I was looking from the outside. I examined the guy, he was tall and he was dark and safe to say handsome, with the aristocratic nose. He knelt down in front of the girl (w/c was me in another time) and offered a ring … I stood in the middle of them and looked at the ring, I tried taking it but my hand just passed right through it. It was a diamond twist ring with an oval pink sapphire, even in my past life I still crave for pink and this handsome man must have known that otherwise he would have picked up something else for her, for me, whatever, it was confusing.

The scene was I think in a garden below the balcony of some sorts in a castle or palace of some forgotten king. Why, I must have been the princess or another what with the elegance of the dress she’s wearing and the curls of her hair … my gosh I really was curly even in another lifetime, she didn’t look happy … her face looked strict. Damn! Do I look that strict too? Now?

She or I must not have liked him for the look on my or on her face was placid and watching their interaction unfold before me … she didn’t accept the ring nor did she offer her hand. Waaaaaaaaa so I really was bitchy even in another lifetime … and damn was I pretty.

That dream was cut short coz mom woke me up to take my meds. So that was the result of my fever….isssshhhhh state and of me browsing for gemstone jewelry. But damn it was a good one … I mean though my counterpart obviously didn’t like the guy for reasons I can’t fathom but looking at a prettier, skinnier, bitchier me was definitely worth it. Heheheeh