My YouTube Life [ON HOLD]

7: Dreams and Nightmares

I got off the elevator without anymore "accidents", and I went straight to my room. I rolled the cart in, and just left it there near the front door. In my mind, I didn't have time to move it or unpack, all I could think about was the hot guy in the elevator. I mean, just imagine him! His gorgeous green eyes, soft fluffy hair I could run my fingers through, and his voice. Oh my god, it's to die, come back to life, and murder yourself for! I have to tell Nicole about him, but that's when my 2 consciences showed up.

Tell Nicole! She'll love to meet this guy! (Angel)

No! Don't tell her, she'll track him down and date him herself! (Demon)

But you can't do that to Nicole! She's your bestfriend! Tell her! (Angel)

Okay, I have to tell Nicole. My mind's made up. (Me)

But in fact, my brain wasn't done torturing me for the night.

Fine. Do whatever you want, but don't come crying back to your room about how she stole the hot guy from you even though you called dibs. (Demon)

You do have a point Demon. (Me)

After more minutes of mentally arguing, I finally decided that I would, but would not tell Nicole. Meaning that I would give her hints about the mysterious guy I was crushing on. I would just tell her a "white lie". A small little thing that won't tell my bestest friend in the world that I'm crushing on a hot guy I met on the elevator. Or that his brown hair, (gorgeous) green eyes, and a voice that an angel has actually helped me. That's it, that's all I"m going to tell her, but it is kind of late, so I decided to unpack and tell Nicole tomorrow. And that's what I'll do. Tell her "tomorrow".

Eventually I did unpack, and I noticed that I left home without a bathing suit. I mean, come on. I live in Hollywood. How can I forget to bring the 1 piece of clothing we practically wear everyday since it's so hot outside!

Seriously Tara, seriously...

I decided that I would bring Nicole along with me and go shopping. I know she's been dying to shop here in Sacramento since we arrived in the city.

I get into bed after I unpacked and went straight to sleep once my head hit the pillow. I'm so exhausted.

I'm swimming in the pool at our hotel, in a bathing suit. Wait... I haven't bought a bathing suit yet... I get out, and go to the low diving board. I walk to the edge, bounce, and plunge straight into the cool water. I surface, and make my way out of the pool. I only get to walk a couple of steps before the guy I met earlier walks in front of me, causing me to fall to the ground on my butt.

"Ow," I say getting back up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "are you alright?"

"Yah, I fine," I reply.

"Are you sure. Do you want me to carry you back?" he asks.

Back where? I'm so confused... wait.... did he say carry me or am I just going crazy? I seriously just fell on my butt. It wasn't like I broke my leg.

Just then, I came crashing down on top of my leg. Probably breaking it.

I'm so stupid. I forgot how dreams work. Anything I think of in my mind happens good or bad. That's just how my dreams work. I don't know about you, but that's how it works with me.

I let out a cry in pain, and the "elevator guy" runs over and picks me up like I weigh nothing. He runs inside of the house ,that just appeared out of nowhere, and set me on top of the counter in the kitchen. I turn sideways and keep my leg elevated while he runs off to another room.

Thanks for leaving me.

I just sit there and wait and wait and wait. Nothing happens. He doesn't come and rescue me, magically heal my broken leg, or at least comfort me while I'm in "pain". I then think about my mind thing. I think about what I want to happen (my leg to be fixed), and a couple dream seconds later, I get up and hop onto my foot. Good as new. I walk back outside and everything is set up for a wedding. I look down, and I'm in a bride's maid dress. I look down the isle this time, and I see my older sister Kate with my dead father.

All the emotions I think about not wanting to happen happens. I start bawling in the middle of the ceremony on the steps that leads to the priest who'll pronounce them husband and wife, thinking that if I think about me not crying I'll stop crying, but I don't. All the emotions I've built up (in reality), all the tears I didn't shed, all the memories I didn't think about, all those emotions came coursing out of me once I saw my dad walking Kate down the isle. It's what she, I, always wanted.

I wake up suddenly out of no where and notice my pillow wet with water. I think back to my dream I had only a few seconds ago. All the emotions I had going on in my dream, is happening in reality. The tears I didn't shed, the memories I had of my father and me, and all the emotions that I built up came exploding out me, causing me to lay in my bed crying myself to sleep at 2 in the morning. I live a sad life.