Last night...
Last night, I had one of those dreams—the kind that feels like a whole movie played out while I was asleep. I woke up like, “Wait… was that a K-drama or just my subconscious being dramatic again?”
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It started...
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It started with me randomly meeting this guy. Super mysterious, tall, dark hair, really handsome in that “he could destroy you but also make you breakfast” kind of way. You know the type.
I fell for him instantly. Like, in dream logic, all it took was a glance and BOOM—heart stolen... I didn’t even question it. I was just in it.
He Lived...
He lived in this gorgeous high-rise building, kind of like a mix between a luxury condo and a hotel. The place was massive, at least 30 stories tall. Naturally, he lived near the top—because apparently mysterious dream guys don’t do ground floors.
And here’s where it got even more cinematic: his mother lived in the same building. Same floor. Practically next door.
She did not approve of me being there.
I don't know...
I don't know if it was my vibe, my outfit, or just that unspoken mom-code of "you're not good enough for my son", but every time she looked at me it felt like she was trying to delete me with her mind.
You ever get judged so hard in a dream you wake up feeling rejected in real life? Yeah… that.
But the vibe between me and tall-dark-and-dreamy? It was like we were sneaking around some weird fairytale high-rise romance. Every moment was soft lighting and stolen glances, with just a hint of danger. Like maybe his mom had a secret villain arc I hadn’t unlocked yet.
And then… I woke up.
No real ending. Just poof. Thanks, brain.
Until next time,
✨ Tay Moderu