dreaming

haha second post in today...
let talk about my dream when i tae my nap...
my dream....
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i was wondering why these day he was alway come out in my dream?i wonder why?
i thought i don`t like him already..
but why he will in my dream?
this time in my dream he is much better much gentle,just like gentleman...
well actualy not this time because last time when he in my dream
i was crying because everyone i ignoring me and say i bully the girl in my class(actually the girl is not existed....)
but actually is not my fault in my dream is the girl want to bully me and she acting like i am wrong...
then the teacher trust me...but i still cry out...but i don`t know why he is there suddenly and come and talk to me and cheer me up....i get shock when i remember this..
but i know it still a dream.....
dream i know the girl he like is not me....
maybe is a girl from his class or other girl from other school.
then today dream is i am not crying but i don`t know why he say i am crying.
that time i think he is going to graduate soon i think....
then he walk down from the stage(i don`t know why he on the stage maybe giving a speech for graduate.... )then i was a one corner he come near me and talk to me...
what he say i don`t know but it make me cry something.
then his gang gang come to me and tell me...
why they have to do something bad on me before this......
then after that...
i forget what happening after that...
i am kinda blur after that..
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i think y i will get the second dream maybe is because yesterday me and amy they all was talking bout him and his gang i think~
i have a dream that won come truht...
i want every body just like last time we go to amy house then we play chasing chasing togather
that was fun!and happy...
but i know it cant be come truth now...
because six of them hate me....
i don`t know why...
but they hate me....just they hate me