In Continuum.

Powder Blue You

You - enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you
In powder blue...

St. Patrick's Day by John Mayer

I dreamt of you the other day,worn out and lying on my bed.I have no idea why,but despite of the nap i had in the afternoon,i booked in to camp light-headed.I collapsed onto my bed soon after,then everything went black.

I was back in school,and i was wandering through the school compound for some reason.I guess i miss school too much,the way things follows a certain fascinating routine everyday.Of course,the novelty of school always end on a low note:Exams.Oh well,i never hated school,just the exams.The way it dominates the minds of the weak-minded and the teachers,making us think that grades and exams are everything.If you screw it up you are going to end up like one of those beggers on the streets,playing guitar and asking for money.Screw that,i say.

Anyway,so there i was in the middle of this courtyard of colourful tiles,and around me was the school itself.It was a university,i remember.How dreams always reveal the opposite to reality is a mystery to me,but i guess in a way it was mocking me,the way i was ditched by both the universities i applied for.

Oh well,so there i was walking through the courtyard,aimless.The sky started to drizzle,and i made my way up a long flight of staircase which led to a high gate,towering above me.Through that,i came to another courtyard,and this one had the same colourful tiles as the one before,but surrounded by trees and flowers.It was as if i was in the middle of a meadow,and the rain continued to fall.

Below the stairs stood a person,a girl.She was in a powder blue top,and she was walking across the courtyard below without an umbrella.I looked hard,really hard.And it was you,down the stairs staring back at me.

I pretended not to look,i dont know why.I shunned away,hoping you wouldnt recognise me.But you did,and flashed me that smile of yours.That beautiful smile of yours.For some reason you werent wet at all,and the powder blue top you were wearing turned into that wardrobe you wore,the last time i saw you as the cab drove me away home.

I remember that day,vivid.I was walking up the little hill towards your house,and at the end of the road a girl crossed the street with a black sweater,a white top and a jeans at the bottom.I messaged you to ask if that was you,and you said yes.We met,and said hi to your brother.We exchanged presents,and had lunch at the cafe down the street from yours,and it tasted so so great.

You walked me down to the road at the bottom of the hill,and hailed a cab for me.You smiled,and waved through the window.I waved too,and as the cab did a U-turn i saw the back of you,walking back up the slope whence you came from.That was the last time i saw you...

You came up to the top of the stairs,and you were in those spectacles of yours,with your hair tied back with a band.You were with a guy,that guy.And we were introduced to each other.I felt awkward,i remember.I smiled to him,and he shook my hand.We talked somemore,and the world around us vanished.The meadow,the gate,the stairs,the boy.It was just us,it was in that moment,it was now...

Then i woke up,and Henry turned on the bunk lights.531am on the clock,and it was time to wake up.I rubbed my eyes and yawned loudly.Dont you just hate it,to be woken up halfway through a good dream.

I brushed my teeth,and stared into my drowsy self through the reflection.How tired and worn out i looked altogether,then smiled at the absurdity of it all.How dreams reflect the opposite of realities.How the powder blue you in my dreams,will never be dreamed into life by me.How i wish somehow,that you hated me in my dreams,that you despised me,that you would kill me at the mere sight of me.

Then maybe,in real life.Maybe in reality,just maybe,we can start all over again.

Oh,my life is changing everyday,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it's never quiet as it seems,
Never quiet as it seems.

I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.

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And oh, my dreams,
It's never quiet as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me...

Dreams by The Cranberries.