Painfully Obvious Dreams

The jury has reached its verdict: I suffer from a hopeless (probably cureless) case of being brutally honest even in my dreams. There are no mixed metaphors, no objects meant to represent something else, no images of me standing at the edge of a cliff or me falling endlessly though the sky.

Nope. I surely don't need Freud to help me interpret the dream I had a few months ago. Picture this: I'm in the hallowed halls of a high school (obvious interpretation clue #1). It's practically deserted, except for a guy at the end of a long hall. I walk a little closer to get a better look at his face. Sure enough, it's Crush Boy (obvious interpretation clue #2). And for what seems like an eternity, I'm screaming to him, "Hello. I'm right here. Why won't you acknowledge me? Why won't you acknowledge anything I've said in the last month?" (obvious interpretation clue #3).

Oh, how transparent have I become? As I look even closer at him, I can see he's furiously trying to figure out the combination to unlock a locker (obvious interpretation clue #4). Hmmm, what could that mean, I wonder? Oh, I don't know, that he's so desperately trying to unlock his emotions because, oh, maybe, just maybe, he doesn't have any???

And then, just like that, I woke up. I layed in bed for awhile thinking about that dream. Am I mad at him for basically failing to acknowledge my heart when I so vulnerably placed it at his feet? Or am I really mad at myself for just laying it all out there? You know what? I honestly don't think people should have to apologize for their feelings, however they come out, even it's not at the most opportune time. Sometimes, things just need to be said. Some things just get so bottled up that you have no choice but to set them free. But it doesn't help that the one person you think is going to at least let you down easy instead makes you feel bad for even saying anything in the first place.