Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Woman of My Dreams.
Last night, I had a dream that I fell in love with a girl that I've never met while passing each other in a public building. It was strangly vivid, and I expereienced every range of emotion as I tracked her down and asked her out. I can still see her face, I can still remember the conversation.
Sandy hair, glasses, nerdy and awkward, but in a way that was irresistibly endearing.
I first saw her at night. She was part of some technology or science club meeting, I don't know what I was doing there. Maybe it was a food court at the mall? I only saw her for a second, but my heart was in my throat ever since.
The second time i saw her (same dream), I was guiding a customer or friend or something down a hall when I saw her. What ever I was doing/saying evaporated and I made up my mind to ask this girl out. It seems that this girl had already made up her mind as she saw me approching, when she grinned.
I started to talk,
"Hi, I was wondering if... would like to know if...", the words come out jumbled.
"Sorry, I'm taken," she interrupts, it takes me a moment to process. I didn't expect
"by art!" she interrupts, (or writing or some other semi girly hobby)
I forget exactly what she said, but whatever it was, it wasn't as important as the way she said it.
Oh, she's trying to be coy, I think to myself.
OH, that means she's nervious too. AHHHH she wants this to happen as I do. I'm in!
Now all I have to do is ask. I think as she grins at me expectantly.
In the hallway of a public building I ask out a total stranger, a girl of my dreams,
who I wlll probably never meet. Because now I'm awake. It's strange, I rarely dream, and when I do it's just vapid clouds of emotion, no real content. No background, no detail. Just puffs of smoke that seem like a plot. Not this time. This dream, seemed real. That has only ever happened to me a couple times before. Why? What does it mean? Will I ever see her again?
Good bye, nerdy, sandy haired bespeckeled woman. Shall I pick you up around 10? That's about when I get off. That's when I go to sleep again.
Sandy hair, glasses, nerdy and awkward, but in a way that was irresistibly endearing.
I first saw her at night. She was part of some technology or science club meeting, I don't know what I was doing there. Maybe it was a food court at the mall? I only saw her for a second, but my heart was in my throat ever since.
The second time i saw her (same dream), I was guiding a customer or friend or something down a hall when I saw her. What ever I was doing/saying evaporated and I made up my mind to ask this girl out. It seems that this girl had already made up her mind as she saw me approching, when she grinned.
I started to talk,
"Hi, I was wondering if... would like to know if...", the words come out jumbled.
"Sorry, I'm taken," she interrupts, it takes me a moment to process. I didn't expect
"by art!" she interrupts, (or writing or some other semi girly hobby)
I forget exactly what she said, but whatever it was, it wasn't as important as the way she said it.
Oh, she's trying to be coy, I think to myself.
OH, that means she's nervious too. AHHHH she wants this to happen as I do. I'm in!
Now all I have to do is ask. I think as she grins at me expectantly.
In the hallway of a public building I ask out a total stranger, a girl of my dreams,
who I wlll probably never meet. Because now I'm awake. It's strange, I rarely dream, and when I do it's just vapid clouds of emotion, no real content. No background, no detail. Just puffs of smoke that seem like a plot. Not this time. This dream, seemed real. That has only ever happened to me a couple times before. Why? What does it mean? Will I ever see her again?
Good bye, nerdy, sandy haired bespeckeled woman. Shall I pick you up around 10? That's about when I get off. That's when I go to sleep again.
Nostalgia
No matter how difficult it is, it's the challenges that you end up remembering, not the easy times. In a few years, you'll romanticize the whole ordeal and look back on it fondly, even more so if you find a way to enjoy it as it's happening.
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