We were in some school parking lot, my friends & I, surrounded by trucks (ONLY) and kids. And then others were there, and one weird man. My love (Almost boyfriend, I guess. We’ve liked each other for 4 years, but I don’t know for sure if he likes me. I’m not superficial & all, "OMG, he likes me!" and then gonna break up with him – I actually love him. I’m not in callege yet, or near it, but older than 10, ofcourse. Old enough to love.) & I were talking, everyone was saying they like each other kiddingly, and laughing. Then he stood up and got most everyone’s attention, and told me he loves me. He really, really, REALLY loves me. I smiled. He had also been handing me money, I think. (Probably inspired by my loss of my gift card for iTunes. RIP! I lost it and was looking for it right before bed.) I told him the same thing. Then, it started to rain. People ran away to cover. I stayed for a few seconds, for I was dry. I was always dry, through the whole dream. We were staring at each other, smiling, in the light, calm rain. Then I ran away, inside the nearest building. I ran up stairs to the highest level until I was in a room. A room of my imagination. It had doll houses, and was like a little girl’s dream play room, but messy – scattered dress up clothes, a small table & chair set, and dolls all over. I ran and sat down, taking a look at the window into a village (It was like, jibbrish, but on the window in blue marker ink, it said something like, "Giyah Ijjab" or something, people lived hidden in the forests – not in houses, but there. Like in an indian tribe-way. My friend told me that E-Mails in my name had been sent there, and they were threats. I didn’t do it, and told her so too. So I wanted to avoid that place at all cause. Anyway. I ran and sat down, avoiding the window & very appealing window seat. (I can’t resist sitting at one.) I sat there, with my legs tucked into my arms, against my chest. So then, in a little, my friend came in, happy. And left. Then my other friend came in and she could barely get in the door, and she was wearing all black, but she looked like my other friend, and they’re different. So she tried to get into the room, which I noticed was pink with tutus around it. She tried to get into the room, but the French doors were locked. She was smiling before – and then she frowned. I just looked up. Then she stopped struggling, and the door opened.
Then I woke up.
Any meaning/significance? Please! I’ll answer any questions about it!