Most Beautiful Dream Ever
So I have to capture this before it's forgotten, just woke up a few minutes ago and they say that dreams are freshest when they're new...
So I don't know if I am me or am someone else. If I am me, I've changed, a LOT. I am back home, but not AT home. Feels like Abeytas or Sabinal, that side of the river. And I'm in this horse or rodeo competition... I don't really remember all of that part of the dream, but I know it was long and intense. Suffice it to say that I came back to town to prove something, borrowed a horse, like a Rodeo-person might for calf roping, and moved on to the next day of competition. Was very excited. Walked my horse back to it's stall and realized, I've never done this before. I mean, I know a horse needs to be brushed down and other things need to happen, but not sure what those things are. And since it was such a lucky horse, I want to make sure it gets done. So I put her in her stall and go looking for someone. Someone looking an awful lot like John Carrangelo, but not him, tells me that he'll finish her up and that I should probably head inside... the way he says it makes me think he has to do something not so nice, like beat the horse... I'm very afraid for the horse, but at the same time trust the man and seem to get into my head that it is good for the horse. That I got her too riled up with the racing or whatever and she has to be calmed down... so I go inside. Now inside is this dive of a place and suddenly it has a very old west appeal to it. Like I am the only woman in the place, at least the only woman competing. Like all the other women there look at me with disdain and a LITTLE envy. So I don't join anyone, but that's fine with me. I'm very proud of myself for qualifying and don't know any of these people, even though I get the distinct feeling that I used to be a hometown girl here. So I sit down, wall-flower-style, away from the crowd and the noise and drink a beer. Might even be a whole other rooml. I must have changed because I'm wearing shorts and who wears shorts on a horse, even I know you don't wear shorts on a horse. And I distinctly remember that the room I am in has a couch and television in the room, not so much a bar... ? So I'm sitting there a while, kinda basking in my own glory and very thankful for the horse, et. al... and two VERY cute guys come up. One kinda leads and the other follows... Like the taller one who was leading, but I recognize the still-tall-not-as-cute-but-blonder one. So I say hi to both of them, because it's obvious they came over to talk to me and not just avoid the crowd. They're doing that leaning thing on the wall. (Love the leaning thing.) So one of the guys is just smiling, with a beer in his hand and even though he's leaning he's enormously tall. (Was watching Maverick baseball last night, may be something similar to that center... but cuter... Saw some VERY cute older guys at the carnival last night... may be a combination of the two. Think so.) The other guy that came up with him, who's closer to me, starts talking to me. He's still tall (He's that guy that I sometimes think about from high school that lived at the boys' ranch with his parents. I think his name was Jeremy, he liked that cd from Pearl Jam, or whoever sings it. Description of Jeremy ?: True blonde, about 6'2", played soccer, super popular among boys ranch guys which says A LOT... want to say his name is Jeremy Wright... need to look in yearbook when get home. Not as cute as other guys in his year, but his popularity- a guy's guy- and his attitude make him scrumptious.) He said some opening line and I look at him in that "I know you" look cuz I can't place him yet and then I do. and so I tell him "I know you, You used to live at the boys' ranch... your parents were house parents, right?" And he kinda tries to deny it... it's not the coolest thing to live at the boy's ranch...Now one of my very few clear memeories is on the bus to school and he's talking about the Jeremy album and it's ironic because that is his name. OOooh and he does this hair swish thing cuz his hair is like, ear length long and it gets in his eyes.... ooooh. Ok... so I don't remember if he ever admits to it but we flirt ALLLLL night and SOMEHOW the couch is a pull out bed and so... we get tired, the room we're in is closed off. Next thing I remember is that the bartender, that women from television... what is she from... anyhow, kinda reminds me of the mother-in-law in Sweet Home Alabama (but not that actress)... she comes in and it's like, she's ok with us, but we've kinda overstayed our welcome, but she's REALLY nice about it, but not being brought up in a barn, we kinda get out of the comfortable little nest we've made of nostalgia and poor lighting and pull out beds. And he was intereested and interesting and we can talk about anything and he makes me feel "uber" girlie and wanted, but at the same time he's holding back... didn't want me to know something, didn't really fess up to being that guy. I just know it's him and he doesn't really want to talk about it. So she's come in, I don't know if we fell asleep, but in any case the bar is closed and she wants to head home, so we get up... and hear a baby crying in the adjoining room and she kinda loses the poker face and looks at him. and he makes some excuses and says some goodbyes and then heads out. And I'm sad, like literally like "Don't go and run out of my life... that was SUCH a connection we just had" kind of sad... Now for some reason, cuz it's a dream I gues, the other room is actually only separated by this see-through netting and I see the door of the room open and him pick up the baby, in just white boxers... I don't think he had just them on at any time when we were talking... wierd. Well the bartender is still in the room with me and she kinda makes a shocked noise because it's a big deal and this is what he's been hiding. And he looks at me and knows that he's been found out and he's kinda crushed. And all I say before I wake up is "I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop"... I do remember seeing a ring on his finger as he picked up the baby to comfort it.
My analysis of the dream:
WOKE UP VERY HAPPY: I think it's the idea that you can find those people that were amazing and funny and smart and popular from high school and turn there heads... very reunion-type feeling going on here.
BABY, HIDING THING: I think this is low self-esteem trying to let me believe that cute high school boy I admired would come to like me, but only after having taken in some life trials that bring him down a little bit. OR... is it that HE needed ME to be interested in him as am very hot Rodeo-type-independent woman who kicked ass...in... whatever I was doing.
What do you think?
So I don't know if I am me or am someone else. If I am me, I've changed, a LOT. I am back home, but not AT home. Feels like Abeytas or Sabinal, that side of the river. And I'm in this horse or rodeo competition... I don't really remember all of that part of the dream, but I know it was long and intense. Suffice it to say that I came back to town to prove something, borrowed a horse, like a Rodeo-person might for calf roping, and moved on to the next day of competition. Was very excited. Walked my horse back to it's stall and realized, I've never done this before. I mean, I know a horse needs to be brushed down and other things need to happen, but not sure what those things are. And since it was such a lucky horse, I want to make sure it gets done. So I put her in her stall and go looking for someone. Someone looking an awful lot like John Carrangelo, but not him, tells me that he'll finish her up and that I should probably head inside... the way he says it makes me think he has to do something not so nice, like beat the horse... I'm very afraid for the horse, but at the same time trust the man and seem to get into my head that it is good for the horse. That I got her too riled up with the racing or whatever and she has to be calmed down... so I go inside. Now inside is this dive of a place and suddenly it has a very old west appeal to it. Like I am the only woman in the place, at least the only woman competing. Like all the other women there look at me with disdain and a LITTLE envy. So I don't join anyone, but that's fine with me. I'm very proud of myself for qualifying and don't know any of these people, even though I get the distinct feeling that I used to be a hometown girl here. So I sit down, wall-flower-style, away from the crowd and the noise and drink a beer. Might even be a whole other rooml. I must have changed because I'm wearing shorts and who wears shorts on a horse, even I know you don't wear shorts on a horse. And I distinctly remember that the room I am in has a couch and television in the room, not so much a bar... ? So I'm sitting there a while, kinda basking in my own glory and very thankful for the horse, et. al... and two VERY cute guys come up. One kinda leads and the other follows... Like the taller one who was leading, but I recognize the still-tall-not-as-cute-but-blonder one. So I say hi to both of them, because it's obvious they came over to talk to me and not just avoid the crowd. They're doing that leaning thing on the wall. (Love the leaning thing.) So one of the guys is just smiling, with a beer in his hand and even though he's leaning he's enormously tall. (Was watching Maverick baseball last night, may be something similar to that center... but cuter... Saw some VERY cute older guys at the carnival last night... may be a combination of the two. Think so.) The other guy that came up with him, who's closer to me, starts talking to me. He's still tall (He's that guy that I sometimes think about from high school that lived at the boys' ranch with his parents. I think his name was Jeremy, he liked that cd from Pearl Jam, or whoever sings it. Description of Jeremy ?: True blonde, about 6'2", played soccer, super popular among boys ranch guys which says A LOT... want to say his name is Jeremy Wright... need to look in yearbook when get home. Not as cute as other guys in his year, but his popularity- a guy's guy- and his attitude make him scrumptious.) He said some opening line and I look at him in that "I know you" look cuz I can't place him yet and then I do. and so I tell him "I know you, You used to live at the boys' ranch... your parents were house parents, right?" And he kinda tries to deny it... it's not the coolest thing to live at the boy's ranch...Now one of my very few clear memeories is on the bus to school and he's talking about the Jeremy album and it's ironic because that is his name. OOooh and he does this hair swish thing cuz his hair is like, ear length long and it gets in his eyes.... ooooh. Ok... so I don't remember if he ever admits to it but we flirt ALLLLL night and SOMEHOW the couch is a pull out bed and so... we get tired, the room we're in is closed off. Next thing I remember is that the bartender, that women from television... what is she from... anyhow, kinda reminds me of the mother-in-law in Sweet Home Alabama (but not that actress)... she comes in and it's like, she's ok with us, but we've kinda overstayed our welcome, but she's REALLY nice about it, but not being brought up in a barn, we kinda get out of the comfortable little nest we've made of nostalgia and poor lighting and pull out beds. And he was intereested and interesting and we can talk about anything and he makes me feel "uber" girlie and wanted, but at the same time he's holding back... didn't want me to know something, didn't really fess up to being that guy. I just know it's him and he doesn't really want to talk about it. So she's come in, I don't know if we fell asleep, but in any case the bar is closed and she wants to head home, so we get up... and hear a baby crying in the adjoining room and she kinda loses the poker face and looks at him. and he makes some excuses and says some goodbyes and then heads out. And I'm sad, like literally like "Don't go and run out of my life... that was SUCH a connection we just had" kind of sad... Now for some reason, cuz it's a dream I gues, the other room is actually only separated by this see-through netting and I see the door of the room open and him pick up the baby, in just white boxers... I don't think he had just them on at any time when we were talking... wierd. Well the bartender is still in the room with me and she kinda makes a shocked noise because it's a big deal and this is what he's been hiding. And he looks at me and knows that he's been found out and he's kinda crushed. And all I say before I wake up is "I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop"... I do remember seeing a ring on his finger as he picked up the baby to comfort it.
My analysis of the dream:
WOKE UP VERY HAPPY: I think it's the idea that you can find those people that were amazing and funny and smart and popular from high school and turn there heads... very reunion-type feeling going on here.
BABY, HIDING THING: I think this is low self-esteem trying to let me believe that cute high school boy I admired would come to like me, but only after having taken in some life trials that bring him down a little bit. OR... is it that HE needed ME to be interested in him as am very hot Rodeo-type-independent woman who kicked ass...in... whatever I was doing.
What do you think?