its thursday 1021am during the summer. too early to be up. my eyes are heavy and muscles sore. i was having the most realistic dream, to the extent that when i heard the phone ring in the master bedroom, i sat in dreamworld expecting peter to pick it up. and thats why im blogging right now instead of going back to sleep.

following the usual dream recall dilemma, nothing is in order and everythings immersed in fog, sort of. everything took place in what seemed like our apartment (that has yet to be completed). there were some random people over, and i remember sitting on the couch flipping through channels being thankful we had premium cable. two of these unknown guys were running in circles around the coffee table stepping on the couch i was sitting on skilfully avoiding me. one of the channels i flip through broadcast the final round of jeopardy, and everyone stops what theyre doing to watch. as soon as the credits start rolling everyone in the room ceases what they were doing. i flipped to the next channel and the crowd reacts booing and hissing to change it back to the jeopardy credits. oddly, peter's bedroom was right next to the living room and i wasnt his roommmate. at this point, things are unclear but the closest vivid event is noticing a red light that flooded his room (like that Kenny Rogers Roasters episode of Seinfeld). random people are still over and in fact, one of them heads for his roommates bed and gets under the sheets with him. because of the red light, all i could see was some long blonde hair on top of the guy's chest. (i find it amusing that it looked like a sex scene in a pg13 movie). they fooly right there, while peter's trying to get some sleep. throughout the dream, i kept flexing my right bicep. that was explained when i woke up and noticed my sore arms from last night's badminton session. enter: the bothering part of the dream. it appeared peter and i had been on bad terms and were ignoring each other. instead of offering him to allow him to sleep in my room we just ignored each other. he was awake and clearly he had been disgusted by his roommate as the tempo of the bed rocking increased. then he leaves the bedroom for a drink of water in the kitchen. suddenly, the unknown people in the apartment become some of my friends. one of them breaks the silence screaming, "see, thats what you get for leaving the group." peter reacts with a guilty, sad look on his face. at that moment in the dream, i had agreed with her and shared that same feeling of angst and bitterness. what i didnt understand was who this group actually was. her, tony, and some people i didnt know sat together while i was in another corner. despite this, she gave me a strong nod of approval, as if she had been doing this for me. the phone in the kitchen rang and out of spite (only in dreams) i waited for peter to pick it up. reality established itself and i realized the actual phone in the house was ringing.

this is the second time since school was out that ive dreamt of peter and i spiting each other. and they really bother me. back in the dorm, everytime he was in my dreams we would do random, goofy things (even outside of the dreams), but nothing out of spite like this. its summer and theres no reason for these shenanngians.

perhaps this is all a sign that he needs to come over and watch some cheesy hong kong movies again.