I remember, I must have been about six or seven, telling my mother about a dream I had.
I believe I really had this dream.
I dreamed I was a little older, and that I was a boy, and that I was running after this girl that was in my class. This was somewhere downtown. When I caught her, we kissed.
I don't remember exactly what mum said, but I remember.. vaguely... that it felt like the dream was being discredited somehow. Not that it was supposed to be "bad" but that it was supposed to be meaningless.
I've had that same dream since, several times.
I'm always a boy in them, but the people I chase change. Sometimes they're girls, sometimes they're boys, and they're always someone I know.
Only, since telling mum, more often than not, I can't catch them.
And then everyone laughs at me.