A rather horrible one. It wasn’t traumatic or anything, but it unsettled me quite a bit.

In case you’re wondering, I do dream in colours. JiaYing, Vanessa and I were talking about dreams not too long ago, and I realized I hardly remember my dreams.

I almost forgot about this dream I had yesterday night, and it just popped up all of a sudden.

Idiot, why didn’t I forget about this dream, like how I did to all others? Sometime, I’ll wake, and have this feeling that I just had had a dream, but it’s all fuzzy. No, this time it’s clear.

It’s about this guy whom I used to know, and he kept following me even though I tried to shake him off, being really cold and stuff. Funny, I knew who he was in that dream, but his face wasn’t that clear. You know, it’s like, you just know, even though you’re not sure how you knew. You just do.

I was trying to escape from him, but he insisted on following me. All the while I was thinking, “Go away, let me go.” Maybe that’s how I could recognize him even though his face wasn’t clear. Maybe fear took on his form. Maybe it’s the insistence, the following, the pestering, that’s reminiscent of him. I don’t know.

He went away after a while, after something happened which made me feel rather guilty, and the end. Pretty harmless, but it disturbs me that I would suddenly dream of him after so long of not even giving him a thought. Nothing triggered it off.

I don’t know what to think of it.

Shit, I hope this is not like, premonition of some sort. I’ll be damned if it is. I hate having dreams. Especially if I wake up remembering it.

And stop trying to psychoanalyse this dream of mine. It means nothing. Or maybe someone should. Then I might figure out a way to prevent something like this from happening again.