samiah's dream. strangely speaking. and that's how you get the girl.

so i was woken up at four:twenty this morning to the sound of my next door neighbor having sex with his girlfriend.

the girlfriend, our friend, was making all the noise.
maral you know who i'm talking about.


anyway.

i went back to sleep and got up two hours later to pray, enjoy the view from my window of a pink and purple sunrise, and study.

and write down what just appeared in my dream those two hours before i woke up.

before i get to that, i want to talk about the view from my window every (early) morning.

so a many blogs back, i posted maaaany pictures of the window of my room at home, and i talked about how i would miss it so much.

and i do.

but i'm pretty sure that when i go home in a few days, i'm definitely going to miss my window here at ucla. the one with a view.

around 6 am every morning, i can see out my window from my bed, and all i see is pretty much a pinkish sky. and then i get up, look out the entire window, and not only is it pink sky, its pink, fading into purple, and then underneath it all is the small ucla cityscape, all the buildings lighted through their windows.

i used to think the view was really great at night, when it was dark blue and all you could really see were the lights in the buildings and the silhouettes of buildings and trees.

and then maral came and informed me that i was sleeping the wrong way, plus i realized i was sleeping in the direction disrespectful to Mecca, so, I changed my ways.

and boyyy was i rewarded.

so i wake up, and ive discovered the REAL good view. the one when theres that slight contrast of morning light and electric lights. that sounds so dissonant. but its really not. i need to take some pictures.


alright.
my dream.

i woke up and wow. i coudldn't decide whether i was
a. very happy that i dreamed something so nice
b. very upset that it was a dream
c. very content that my mind has such a creative dream state
d. worried that i have weird bottled emotions inside that are attacking me in my dream state.
e. going to sleep a little more or just get the heck up.

anyway.

i really need to go eat lunch so im going to have to cut it a little shorter than i expected. hahah im so sorry.

basically in my dream, i'm hanging out in the classiest res hall study lounge ever. it was weird. because it was in rieber hall. rieber hall which is lovingly dubbed "the ghetto" by those who live here.

on sidenote, i really like living in rieber in its crummy state. i think the fact that we need to push our elevator doors closed ourselves gives rieber hall character. and all the people living in it.

so i was hanging out in some lush lounge. it wasnt even a study lounge it was like a recreational lounge that had nice things inside. moving on. this guy appears, who in my dream lives in another hall. apparently a friend of mine. and he hands me an asian pear. apparently it was an inside joke we had. and then he said to me, "do you wanna be taken out for dinner??" and apparently i had (im saying apparently a lot because these things are just becoming apparent to me) been waiting to eat dinner with this dude so i was like "yeahhhh!" and then he said, "well my friends are all waiting so go get dressed and then meet us!"

so then i went up to go get dressed.

a bunch of WEIRD THINGS went on in my dream when i was up in my room. one of these thigns being there was a girl hiding in my room from an RA from who knows where and then the RA knocked on my door and i peeped out the eyehole and it was an old woman and then the girl hiding in my room was like DONT OPEN IT ITS HER!

weeeird hahaha

ok.
so i got up to my room to get dressed, and i see that i have a voicemail on my phone.

so i listen

and its from the guy that im getting ready to go hang out/eat dinner with.


lemme tell you now

it was the sweetest, most beautiful voicemail any girl could ever hear from any guy, ever.

and it was in MY DREAM BITCHES!!!!

ahahaha

yeah.

which is also very weird because its ME. and i dont think about these things. so yeah it was weird. but when it was happening i really did not care. because his voicemail was BEAUTIFUL.

and im going to share it with you.

the thing is, after listenign to the voicemail, i texted the dude back, but for some weird reason i texted all these accidental weird things, and i started thinking, omg i hope this is a dream i hope this is a dream.

and then i woke up.

and then i grabbed a paper and wrote down all i could remember of the voicemail.

so here it is.

i realize. its going to sound ... not as beautiful. but it was.

because it was so simple. and honest. and straightforward. and i think thats beautiful.


"We're all meeting at 11. So I'll see you when you get here. Oh, and before dinner we're going to watch a movie.

I was wondering if during the movie I could sit near you.

After that, we're going to dinner, really casual. But I was thinking maybe after I sat near you in the movie, sometime later we could go eat somewhere a little more formal, you and i, ... or not, if you don't want to. it's okay. i'm okay if you just wanna keep it casual, but i just thought i'd ask.

So i'll see you at 11."









honestly.
boys could seriously take a lesson from this guy hahah.

aww.

arrite. lunch timeeee.

Currently listening :
The Papercut Chronicles
By Gym Class Heroes
Release date: 22 February, 2005