No, not that kind of a dream sorry. I’m a little more self-centred than that1.
Naturally, the night I go to watch Inception I end up dreaming about the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. I could potentially draw his face if I had time or the desire to. What is more important is how he felt. Not physically, no -soulfully. The way his soul felt was familiar though his face was not. I have not met him yet.
We were on a sail boat. The sun was setting just behind his hips as he laid in front of me, facing me. He was speaking amicably about something, as we floated on the water making me think our anchor was dropped for the night. He smelt fresh. His skin freckled and slightly tanned. His wavy, blond hair gently blew in the wind as he threw his head to his left as he laughed about something I said. He was leaning on this left elbow. His lips were a gorgeous shade of reddish pink, the perfect accent to his striped navy and white, crew neck, knitted sweater and khaki pants rolled up just above his ankles. I have no recollection of the details of his feet and/or shoes. His ankles was sexy though.
He was older, and though I never saw myself I knew I was too. And I knew we made our dream come true -our dream to retire on a sail boat and sail around the world.
No wonder some people prefer to keep their head in the clouds.
I would just like to point out that I had this dream on Saturday…. and I still remember it quite vividly. The end.
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