Problematic Dreams

The last two nights I have been having the strangest dreams. Whenever I wake up I feel disoriented and not sure where the line between reality and fake lies. I have had the typical dreams about flying, which when you wake up seem absurd and you can laugh them off. The dreams that have been staying with me however are the ones that use my past against me and almost seem taunting.

I've had dreams where I am back together with my ex-boyfriend and everything is happy again. Where he wants to be with me and we are the couple that meshes together perfectly. Then last night I had a dream where Nicheal and I were together, having a sleepover and generally being best friends again. I should've known it was fake though, she was exactly how I remember her, not how she is today; blonde, frizzy hair and slightly crooked teeth.

I feel like these dreams are almost torturous, showing me what "could-have-been" but it's not, it didn't happen. So, when I have to wake up and face the reality after what seems to be a glimpse into the future it hurts all over again. I know it won't happen but my damn subconscious seems to enjoy teasing me. 

A Drive to Remember

I am writing this from my grandmother's house and the journey to arrive here was quite...interesting. Simply put, I will be writing up a complaint letter to Acadian Lines; as well as, including another letter of my first incident with their company, which happened the last time I travelled with them. Needless to say, if I can help it, I will not be travelling with this company unless some serious problems are changed. Even though things were hellish it is impossible to drive through New Brunswick at sunset and not be amazed at the gorgeous sights. 

A grainy webcam picture really does the sight no justice but part of the enjoyment in these pictures is the bickering my mother and I had trying to get "the shot". Thankfully, my mother and I were certainly able to laugh at some of the aspects of our trip, even when we wanted to scream!

I don't think that I will ever tire of seeing a beautiful sunset; I hope, at least, that I will always be amazed at the beauty, and simplicity.