in my head

Last night I dreamed that

I was in a strange new place. It felt like I was back on campus because of the atmosphere and the fact that I saw my friends from school, but nothing looked familiar. Everything I remember is rather fragmented, but a common theme was that the decor of every place I went had the same old-school wooden panel look with high ceilings; it was like the interior design of the ’60s.

I went with my bf to play pool, except we bypassed the normal pool table and used one that was half the size of a regular one.
“What…is this?” I asked. “Is it even possible to play on this?”
My bf made some kind of remark about how I can’t beat him on a regular-sized pool table and having to downgrade to this one. Hmph.

Then I was in bed having a heart-to-heart over video-chat with Carl, a friend from middle school. We talked for ages like we were the best friends in the world even though in the back of my mind I remembered that in real life last month, I saw him while shopping at Costco and pretended not to notice or recognize him [I was in a hurry and feeling a bit anti-social].

Then I was sitting on the couch waiting for my bf to finish a meeting or something. For some reason, he looked like Soohyun from U-Kiss but with blonde hair. When he came out, my heart filled with joy and I beamed at him, feeling like I was the prettiest girl ever and he was the best boyfriend ever.

I grabbed his leg and yelled “honey buns!!!” He wrapped his arms around me and yelled the same thing as we fell backward on the couch, delighted. I felt so happy and so loved in that moment. We kissed, and it was messy but we didn’t care.

Another girl walked by in a maxi dress, showing a bit of a baby bump. She and bf greeted each other, and I knew that she was his ~other girlfriend. He didn’t move from his cuddly position on the couch with me, and I felt satisfied knowing that I was his first and favorite girlfriend.
“Wow, she’s pregnant already?” I mused. “It’ll be interesting to see how that baby turns out.” Apparently, I thought of her as only a surrogate until I remembered that she was carrying his and her baby, not his and mine. “I guess I’ll have to have my own sometime then,” I thought.

Then I was back at my apartment, where I was staying/living with Sarah. I needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but the light switches wouldn’t work properly. They suddenly started functioning when she came out to help me…stupid light switches. I think I blamed the ghosts.