My Christmas Eve was good. It’s nearly same each year, because we visit grands and meet my aunt with her children over there. Except for my dad being absent this year. Job doesn’t choose.
In the morning of 24th I baked a gingerbread. I was kinda afraid, because it was my first time doing that cake ever. It turned out great in taste, but after a couple of hours it got like caved in. Oh well. There was a lot of other tasty food. I ate way too much – as I do each Christmas.
Everyone got a gift and was enjoyed. My souvenirs made others happy, too. I was relieved and could spend rest of time with ease. As for movies – they keep playing the same thing all over year. We didn’t watch TV much, because there was always a topic to discuss. Overall, I spent a good time among family.
When I got home late on 24th, I lay in bed and started to fall asleep. I was quiet tired, because I got only seven hours of sleep the previous night, so I was impatiently awaiting to enter another world. When I woke I was pretty surprised with my dream.
I keep dreaming about Chaz. It repeats once or twice a month, sometimes more frequently. I always have this issue when I see him in dream: there’s a problem or we are either too shy to get intimate (even give a simple kiss to each other). I can’t really guess if it’s no willingness or just being shy. It bothers me, because he claims to have had one of those dreams as well. I can’t figure out what it means. I checked the meaning in my on-line book and the one I have at house, but there’s nothing special about it. Case remains unsolved.
Tonight it’s kinda boring. It feels weird to be already over Christmas. There was so much preparing, such a “fever” and you could actually feel that magic in the air. Now it’s just… normal.