Dream
I had a dream last night in which I kissed a girl who was surprised by how agreeable that was and so whose boyfriend I found myself. But it was a little more subtle than this, and I confess I'm a little proud of my dreaming self's psychological acuity. When I kissed her, she didn't just reciprocate; I felt with my lips that hers clenched in resistance, and I felt stupid for misreading signals. We had to keep walking together to the place we were going, and after a while I noticed she was fighting back tears; so I apologised for being so obtuse. But the tears were from the speed with which she was having to rethink what our relationship was and what she thought of me, and the clenched lips were from the shock. Kissing her made her realise that she (had always) liked me as I liked her. So that's creativity a bit more subtle than I'd expect of my dreams. But also, the change that came about her for the rest of the dream (no more than a few hours), as I changed in her eyes from a distant friend to her big strong boyfriend was, if overquick and oversimple, remarkably complete: the change manifested in her eyes and her walk as well as in the obvious things such as putting her arm through mine as we walked.
The downside of this, of course, is that when I awoke, it was a particularly painful and slow realisation that it was just a dream. The upside is that it was so vivid that I feel not so unlike how I feel after actually kissing someone. That feeling of having been close to someone and seeing them really like the look of you persists, though it never should have been there.
The downside of this, of course, is that when I awoke, it was a particularly painful and slow realisation that it was just a dream. The upside is that it was so vivid that I feel not so unlike how I feel after actually kissing someone. That feeling of having been close to someone and seeing them really like the look of you persists, though it never should have been there.