Note to reader I just woke up from another really vivid dream and I wanted to post it here in case it means something and to help me remember it:
Dear reader in the dream there’s a guy all dressed in black(black t-shirt, pants, and shoes) with dark eyes and black hair(just a side note I find guys with dark eyes and dark hair so sexy) and the dream starts with him at my house how it looks now, however he is talking as if we are both still in high school(In real life I graduated in 2004) about us going to the prom together(in real life I didn’t get to go, I didn’t have a date or the right kind of dress) however I was telling him that I had stuff to do and I might miss it(job stuff, like my book that I am currently in the process writing, and a job interview for something) he says it’s ok tells me I need to rest because it’s late(it felt like 1:00 or 2:00AM in the dream) so I kind of fall asleep on my grandma’s old couch, with my head his lap, when I wake up (still in the dream) he tells me that the prom is tonight and we will miss it if we don’t leave right now.
I tell him I don’t have anything ready and that this will be the 2nd time I will miss the prom. He says it’s ok and we can go on a cruise together instead.
Then it’s like we are at the casino together and I am in the middle of thanking him for helping me and stuff and before we leave I stop him and tell him don’t let me get attached to you if you’re not going to be around and he tells me would it be a bad thing if we were together?
He and I are in an area by ourseves(like by the bathrooms) and he gets down like on his knees(So he is on my level with my chair) and he starts to cry(I can see the tears coming down his cheeks) as he tells me he wants me and I ask if he is sure, good, bad, other wise and he says yes and I kiss him and after the kiss he tells me that he believes that we are fated to be together.
this is where the dream gets really weird dear reader:
He tells me while he is still emotional(it’s like he is crying happy tears now) that the poet Robert Frost called his death/dying “a damming wind” and it has something to do with us.
Then I “wake up” again and this time I am at the casino with my dad and he tells me that while I was sleeping he went down stairs and got some Mac and cheese from a restaurant at the food court and if I want some. After that I wake up for real.
I tried to Google the Robert Frost thing before I started writing this and I found nothing that I could really say “maybe this is what he meant.” If you have any ideas about what the Robert Frost reference might mean or a poem that it could come from please comment on this post and let me know.
Intersting dream! Isn’t it amazing to remember the dreams? I use to dream different dreams a night and would remember clearly mostly. I’ve written some down. And some of my future novels would base on my dream too. Keep dreaming and sharing! Maybe one day I may share mine on WP too. 🙂
Thanks for your comments and likes on my posts, they really do honestly mean a lot to me whenever I see them from you or my other readers. Now that my thank you is out of the way I wanted to say that I do post some dreams under the “private” setting on WordPress so that I can remember them even if they are too personal to share publicly, perhaps this approach might help you to keep track of your dreams as well.
PS. Some parts of “Georgia”(The main character or my first fiction story are based on dreams I’ve had) .
I’m glad to know! 🙂
Glad to be of service to you my friend :-).