Dreams keep lapping in my head
Dec. 2nd, 2005 06:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoI was returning to college. I took a train, was confused by a rude conductor that said I was going to the wrong destination, but ended up heading where I wanted to in the first place. At the university, I remember back to my original time as a freshman. My roomie was friendly, but a little too macho for my liking. While I did my classwork, he was usually out experiencing the joy of being in college, and I think it was suggested that he was somewhat of a ladykiller. Before the year ended, I met the first woman to ever interest me in college. We started talking during a social event. We talked, but then I was shortcome by my roomie, who immediately took over and began to find ways to make sure he had priority over her, completely shutting me out from her. The last vision I had of this past was of running out of the bar and seeing both of them walking out together against a snowing parking lot as I stood there watching and hating the man.
I returned to college ready to try again. I went out, bought some books, looked around the quad and breathed in the nostalgia of it. When I came around to my dorm room, it was a bunk house. People talked to each other as I lay back and some of them recognized me when I returned. Somewhere along the way the subject of my old roommate came up and I asked them about it. They said that he was out partying. I inquired about the girl to see if she was all right, but then I was informed that she was his girlfriend for the last number of years and that they were very close. I thought of trying to get her back, but after I heard that I realized it was all a false pretense to begin with. I tried to go to bed and then later walked the streets in the light snow. There was that bar again, and I entered, where I played arcade games and ate pizza with the others there. There was also a sort of social writing event, where each person was supposed to write something about their thoughts on a sheet of paper and others would eventually read it. I was worried it was going to be something crass, but as I looked at a sheet someone was writing on, I realized that there was something very intelligent and caring they put on the sheet.
I returned to college ready to try again. I went out, bought some books, looked around the quad and breathed in the nostalgia of it. When I came around to my dorm room, it was a bunk house. People talked to each other as I lay back and some of them recognized me when I returned. Somewhere along the way the subject of my old roommate came up and I asked them about it. They said that he was out partying. I inquired about the girl to see if she was all right, but then I was informed that she was his girlfriend for the last number of years and that they were very close. I thought of trying to get her back, but after I heard that I realized it was all a false pretense to begin with. I tried to go to bed and then later walked the streets in the light snow. There was that bar again, and I entered, where I played arcade games and ate pizza with the others there. There was also a sort of social writing event, where each person was supposed to write something about their thoughts on a sheet of paper and others would eventually read it. I was worried it was going to be something crass, but as I looked at a sheet someone was writing on, I realized that there was something very intelligent and caring they put on the sheet.
