This one's a short snippet, and quite uneventful, if I may say so. But the details and the emotions were just so REAL, that it lingers, and breaks my heart over and over again.

I was lying down on a bed, on my back, fully clothed and warm. The bed had warm red sheets (I don't recall if there were pillows) and it was surrounded with light, blush peach curtains. The bed's sheets draped on the floor, upon which he, Puppy II, was sitting, his back leaning on the bed.

He was looking pensive. I rolled to my side and offered my hand. He looked up, gently smiled, and held my hand.

At that moment, everything seemed so right, so perfect. The emotions that flooded me were that of warmth, comfort, affection, such that I went to the point of asking myself, "Is this how it is, to love and be loved in return?" It felt that there was nothing we can't face since we were together.

The dream, I've used as a sign to ask him out. We had about two non-dates, and after that... looks like things didn't really work out. ^^;

Labels: bed, hands, love, perfect, red, smile, warm, xx

Being a little bit of a fan of Death Note, and my unsatisfied desire of doing cosplay & dressing up for Halloween, and still obsessing over Puppy II, here we have a mish-mash of things...

I was cosplaying Amane Misa (black, strappy dress, lacy stockings and cloggy leather boots). Happy with what I was wearing, I went over to the office's department where a good number of my friends were. The guys admired how the boots were making me taller -- so much that I could hug one of those taller than me around the waist!

I went upstairs to the pantry where Puppy II and I confessed our affections for each other. He gave me a bouquet of orange Tiger Lillies, red Anthuriums, red-orange Birds of Paradise, garnished with White Heath Asters -- all in favor of roses.

Waking up within a dream, I was mysteriously clutching the said bouquet, but wilted, with my grip breaking the stems. The bouquet also did not show signs of the aforementiond wild flowers, but roses and daisies in red and pink. I was thinking hanging them up for proper drying, until my father properly and truly woke me up.

I unfortunately know nothing of the Victorian Language of Flowers, but here is what I've come across (Sources, unless indicated, are from Flower Meaning:

• Tiger Lillies: Wealth, pride. [Source: The Language of Flowers at the The Gardener]
• Anthuriums: Hospitality.
• Bird of Paradise: Joy
• Aster: Generally, this would mean patience; but according to The Gardener, it means purity and daintiness.
• Roses: Red -- togetherness, unity; pink -- perfect happiness or an appeal to truth. [Source: The Language of Flowers at the The Gardener]
• Daisy: Pink -- tenderness. [Source: Bijbo-Flowers.com]

And according to BellaOnline's Dreams Site by Aisling Ireland, "Wilted flowers can symbolize a thirst in the soul or may be a cry for spiritual help."

I suppose I am in a stage where I am looking for something MORE -- more than the usual slave to the grind, the daily commute, the everyday droning... more than the usual aimless pining for something to add to my soul.

Labels: black, cosplay, flowers, pink, red, xx