The first dream I'm able to remember in weeks

For weeks maybe months now, I can't remember clearly any of my dreams, or as if I'm not dreaming at all. But this morning was different, I remember clearly who I dreamt of and where I was. In fact it was a good dream, i never felt that happy for a long time now, hope I could feel that when I'm not asleep. Okay, so I know that the place was the old building in 999 Buendia st. .... you know where that is.. the happiest part was there on the fourth floor, she was there, still mad at me, we talked and things were ok, not just ok, it got better and the last part which i will keep to myself and then I woke up.. I don't know, it just felt good, I felt happy for a moment. I just want to blog this so I won't forget.


Shit! I'm one hell of an idiot.