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When I wake up, I start thinking. I wonder what event of previous day may have led my mind to elaborate such a dream. I don't remember anything in particular that could have led me to remember that boy I liked when I was little. I also can't think of anything to bring me back to those music lessons.
And I wonder if dreams really have anything to do with our daily life. Some say that they are the reflection of our subconscious mind. Is there a part me that misses those times? Or maybe there's a part of me that misses the innocent love that you experience when you are a kid... Or maybe my brain is trying to bring the spotlight to something important I have to work on: my fear of rejection.
It's true, I never got to confess my feelings to that boy. I didn't need to, as he expressed very clearly how he wasn't attracted to me at all. Now that I think about it, it's a bit strange; we were only eleven years old. However, I can remember that his rejection hurt me deeply. Feeling unwanted in such an intense way was somewhat traumatic.
However, I put my thoughts aside. The truth is that I don't have time to think about this right now. I have to catch up on my university projects.
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