Last nigh I woke up from a really sad dream with me and my boyfriend in it.

Here's how it went:

We were both little kids (like in kindergarten) and we were in class and were cuddling and stuff. Then a teacher saw us and took us down a hall into this HUGE room (like a cafeteria place) where the principle was and was complaining about how we were acting (Cuddling and all that) and the principle (she was so cool) was all like, "I don't see anything wrong with it." And me and my boyfriend Tony started smiling and I turned turned around and pointed at the teacher yelling, "SEE?! SHE'S JUST TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE!!" and so we left laughing. Then later when it was getting late and darker, we went outside to hang out. We walked over to a small cemetery right by the school building (which is like the size of an insane asylum!!) and sit on one of the grave stones that look like crosses, but then some of his friends walk up to us. They start talking to Tony about how they dont think we should be together and how they're like, ashamed to be his friend because he's with me! I go over to Tony and say, "Don't listen to them. They don't know anything." and he turns to me and says, "No. They're right...We shouldn't be together anymore! It's over!" and he's starting to cry, but runs towards the school and goes inside. I yell, "Wait!" and run after him. I get in and run straight until the hallway hits a dead end and splits. I look right then left, and turn left running as fast as I can. Then There's a turn in that hallway that goes right. I turn right and I see that it lead to the huge room where the principle had been earlier. But now it's deserted. There are a few tables out. One by a few big windows and another on the other side of the room that has a huge bag of cat food on it. I go over to that one and look at the bag. A white cat with orange stripes and spots pokes it's head out. I look at it for a few seconds, then walk over to the other table. I crawl up onto it and curl up like a wolf, waiting for Tony to return to me. (Even though my gut feeling told me otherwise...)

That's when I woke up and started to cry. I couldn't get to sleep after that for about half an hour.

The most haunting thing about this dream is that it took place when we were 5....Thats the age when I got my first boyfriend...And he was taken away from me too..........