Another dream
I had another dream last night. Many parts were abstract (i.e. Sirius Black holding people hostage in a restaurant and later me working at a chair factory), but the bulk of the dream centered around a restaurant (that was later taken over by a renegade wizard) where I was with a large portion of my family and friends celebrating my engagement to some guy named Jim.
This had to be the happiest I've ever felt in my life, and it wasn't even real. When the dream started I want to say my dream self didn't really know Jim (somebody who I have never met in real life either). I had no memory of how we'd met or how long we'd been together, but we were so in love. Having never been in love before, it was a brand new feeling. Jim just wanted to be with me. He kept putting his arm around me, looking at me, smiling at me, giving me kisses...and it wasn't like anything I had ever felt before. He looked at me with love, not with lust (and for some reason I have always hated the look of lust. I HATE it when guys look at me like that).
Not much happened in the part of the dream besides me constantly introducing Jim to various family and friends. I swelled with pride every time I did this because I was so in love that I wanted to show him off to everyone I knew. When he would introduce me to his family he'd have this ridiculous grin and this gleam in his eyes saying "I am the luckiest man in the world."
I don't necessarily like having dreams like this, because as amazing as it felt while I was asleep, when I woke up and realized that I don't have that in my life, I get very sad.
This had to be the happiest I've ever felt in my life, and it wasn't even real. When the dream started I want to say my dream self didn't really know Jim (somebody who I have never met in real life either). I had no memory of how we'd met or how long we'd been together, but we were so in love. Having never been in love before, it was a brand new feeling. Jim just wanted to be with me. He kept putting his arm around me, looking at me, smiling at me, giving me kisses...and it wasn't like anything I had ever felt before. He looked at me with love, not with lust (and for some reason I have always hated the look of lust. I HATE it when guys look at me like that).
Not much happened in the part of the dream besides me constantly introducing Jim to various family and friends. I swelled with pride every time I did this because I was so in love that I wanted to show him off to everyone I knew. When he would introduce me to his family he'd have this ridiculous grin and this gleam in his eyes saying "I am the luckiest man in the world."
I don't necessarily like having dreams like this, because as amazing as it felt while I was asleep, when I woke up and realized that I don't have that in my life, I get very sad.