Hi, I'm Courtney

I went to bed around 9:00 in attempt to sleep off my blinding migrane. When I woke, my headache was gone but it was only 1:00.

Anyway, I remember my dream clearly (which is rare) so I’ll record some it it.

I was on a plane with my family, when I suddenly needed to pee. For some reason there was only one bathroom at the back of the plane and there was a super long line that end in the pilots cockpit. Made my way to the end of the line, right next t the pilot and as I looked around at all the controls and such, I saw her. The female looked exactly like this girl name Blake I follow here on Tumblr, which is besides the point. But anyway, I don’t know why but as soon as I saw and registered her, I immediately thought that we were gonna die. I figured she was too beautiful and young to be a pilot -_-
As I moved up in the line, I watched her (oddly enough, there wasn’t a door between her and the rest of us).
I watched as she casually, but skillfully adjusted the controls around her. She looked like she knew what she was doing but for some reason I couldn’t help but worry that we were going to crash and die at any moment.

She was alone (there wasn’t co-pilot) so I went over to talk to her (why I thought that was a good idea, idk). I walked up and sat in the seat next to her. When she looked over, she smiled and we started a conversation and family, friends, and life in general. I found out we had a mutual friend. The time flew by as we were chatting.
My family came over. I guess they were looking for me because I had been away for so long. As soon as they saw her, they immediately became interested in her as well. They asked her questions and when they realized that she was a good conversationalist, they pounced. Yeah, my family pounces on people. They love to talk and talk and talk. As more of my family came, I was pushed out of her area more and more.

I bitterly went over to sit in my seat next to my uncle and told him that he better go convince his wife to come sit don because I was afraid she’d talk the poor pilot to death and she wouldn’t be able to land the plane properly. Then I looked out of the window and noticed that we already landed. I immediately became filled with sadness. I was never going to see her again.
I waited to everyone to get off the plane and I went over to ask her if I could take a photo of her:
“Can I take a picture of you? If that’s too much can I take one of your shoulder of your hands or something? I want to have something real so that later on I’d be able to prove to myself that she really did meet and it wasn’t all in my head.”
She smiled.
“Of course!”
She threw an arm around my shoulder and I took a photo of the two of us together.
“I have to go”, she said suddenly. “It was lovely meeting you.”
She grabbed her bags and left me alone on the plane.

Later, when I looked at the photo of us, I noticed that she had a single tear falling down her face.

A few things:
Atlanta vibes are cool.
Atlantic station is a cool place to hang.
Kilwins sells some good roasted coconut ice cream
I love my black people.
The Marriott Marquis is an amazing hotel. I ride the glass elevators up and down for fun.

:)

Okay. I’ll go with religious.

Is there and in between word? Or can I be both?

Yes.

What’s the difference.

I believe in God.

Ok.

It’s okay. Message me. We can chat privately :)

Yes, I’m majoring in graphic design and minoring on photography.

Why are you anonymous?

I don’t know. I’ve never acted on my feeling/thoughts.

Yeah.