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So, I dreamed about him last night... This time we were in San Francisco--Berkeley actually--instead of NYC, so I was showing him around. I was trying to take him to some restaurant I really liked and then Fat Apple's for dessert and we were going to go on BART, but he went down into the station platform area and for some reason* I didn't. I was trying to find a different entrance, but he just disappeared. I guess maybe that is the significant part of the dream.
I ended up standing on a different platform unable to find him, so I checked my phone. There was a text from the night before that I hadn't seen saying something to the effect of "When is the way I feel about you ever going to change? :)" And that made me happy, of course. I think in this dream, we had spent the day prior hanging out, but we didn't have sex. (Good for us.) After that, I had a text from him apologizing for getting split up and giving very specific descriptions as to where he was and where he'd be waiting for me. I can't help but think all of this is symbolic to our actual situation: wishing, hoping, dreaming that he will wait for me until I find my way back to him. I tried calling him, but it went to voicemail and I felt very helpless and frustrated. I asked someone who worked there how to get to the other station platform and then went back upstairs. I walked a block or so, and there he was, sitting at a cafe, searching for me.
*I remember there being some kind of thing that I was riding around on like a small scooter or something. I think he went down the stairs and I couldn't easily take it down there so I wanted to find an elevator.
I ended up standing on a different platform unable to find him, so I checked my phone. There was a text from the night before that I hadn't seen saying something to the effect of "When is the way I feel about you ever going to change? :)" And that made me happy, of course. I think in this dream, we had spent the day prior hanging out, but we didn't have sex. (Good for us.) After that, I had a text from him apologizing for getting split up and giving very specific descriptions as to where he was and where he'd be waiting for me. I can't help but think all of this is symbolic to our actual situation: wishing, hoping, dreaming that he will wait for me until I find my way back to him. I tried calling him, but it went to voicemail and I felt very helpless and frustrated. I asked someone who worked there how to get to the other station platform and then went back upstairs. I walked a block or so, and there he was, sitting at a cafe, searching for me.
*I remember there being some kind of thing that I was riding around on like a small scooter or something. I think he went down the stairs and I couldn't easily take it down there so I wanted to find an elevator.