I’m here to tell all of you about a dream where my dear darling boyfriend, Josh Hutcherson was a freaking nightmare. A nightmare isn’t mainly about being scary. Trust me, it was nerve-racking for me. I wanted to die in my own dream. It was horrible.
It started out as me with my dad and one friend (who I can’t seem to remember) in a supermarket called Supa Save (if any Bruneian is reading this, yeah, it’s the Mabohai branch. Mabohai… Is that the right spelling?). I was hanging around the freezer/meat section. I was holding the basket half full of groceries. I didn’t know why I was just swaying in the middle of the floor like a retard (why am I always the retarded one in my dreams). I decided to check out the raw meat.
While I stared at the red hunks of meat, someone came by my side. I looked to my right, slowly raised my head up and who do I see in a white graphic T-shirt with jeans? You’ve guessed it right: Steve Carell was by my side! No. Wonderful eyes that I don’t know the colour of, glossy looking brown hair and a jaw that has been carved by all of God’s angels; hell yes, Josh Hutcherson.
I pretty much stared at him, like really long until his eyes darted at me. He smiled faintly then fixed his eyes back onto the meat. I instantly ran away, hot on my heels. I ran to my friend and dad, once we were done getting groceries, we headed back home. To be honest, I didn’t react to his smile except for this ‘deer in the headlights’ look.
Once I got back home, in the garage, I see my sister and her childhood friend staring in front of a chopped up Christmas tree with ornaments scattered around. I got down from the car and asked them, “What happened?” Apparently, the tree was cut up into three sections. The top and bottom part were on the floor. The middle section was not present. We got in as I looked for the middle part of the tree inside the house.
Later, I got out with the big middle section of the tree with my cousin (I don’t know how she got into my dream. I’m one thousand percent sure it was my cousin) who stood beside me as I fixed up the really tall tree all by myself. I didn’t realize my dad was gone until he came through the gates once I’ve finished up with the Christmas tree outside in the scorching sun. My cousin and I watched him awkwardly as he made his way into the house, laughing. We were so confused.
I shifted my head, having a good look outside. I see Josh and someone else with a carriage parked a few feet away from my house. Like just now, I stared longer but took takes and lingered. I see him loading stuff into the carriage and the horse was stomping its hooves on the gravel. I assumed my dad met Josh and probably hung out for a while.
Drops of my sweat from my head trickled down on my face as I observed closely behind the big tree. It was way strange. I moved closer step-by-step until I was behind the pillar of the open gate. He took double takes at my direction. My heart jumped out from my chest, I smashed myself behind the pillar. It was embarrassing. I’d rather have myself die on the spot.