Weird.
I had a dream last night (this morning?) that I had a baby. In the dream, I (with the baby's father, whose identity was semi-obstructed throughout the entire dream) was about a week out of the hospital and bringing it around to show different members of my family. It was a boy. His name was Shawn (yes, with that spelling). I remember realizing at one point that I was 23 years old.
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A week or two ago, I had an extremely vivid dream in which I saw Krista again for what would be the first time since prom. She looked exactly like I am sure she does now, and nothing at all like she did four years ago. After I woke up from this dream, I went to my morning classes. On my way out of one of them, I could have sworn that I saw Alex Guerra (her boyfriend and supposed fiancee when last I saw her) rush past me through the doors into Richardson Hall as I rushed out. I didn't get a chance to double check. I thought he went to Stevens, though...
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Over the summer (end of July maybe), I had an even weirder dream in which I spent a glorious few hours (minutes?) with the man I would call my "soulmate," if I really believed in such things. Which I kind of do. Again, his face was obstructed for the entire dream, except for my initial sighting of him, but of course I can't remember that image. And after last night's dream, now that I think about it and run the comparisons through my mind, I am pretty sure it's the same guy as Shawn's "father." But anyway. I am not going into the details of this dream because it ws way long and extremely involved and detailed, but suffice it to say that I woke up from it thouroughly moved and a little disturbed. In the dream, the guy rushes up to me at a party and smothers me in a hug. I haven't seen him in a long time, apparently, and seeing him "again" this time makes me realize that, during our separation, I missed him so much it almost becomes painful. He reminds me then about how Krista had first introduced us. The dream continues from that point on with us together, but like I said, I'm not going into it here. When I finally woke up, I spent about a full ten minutes sitting in my bed wracking my brain trying to remember if Krista ever had introduced me to anyone like him in the short span of our friendship. Finding no memory of such a person, I literally had to try to convince myself that I did not know this man. In my opinion, this took far too long to do, and telling myself he didn't really exist here in the waking world, in my reality, was so hard to do that it hurt. And here I am, nearly two months later, still strongly affected by the memory of it and having even more weirdo dreams.
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Okay. That's all. I just wanted to document the baby dream, but then it reminded me of the other two, so sorry for the long tangent there. I'm going to go do some Physics homework, which is all I really seem to do lately...
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A week or two ago, I had an extremely vivid dream in which I saw Krista again for what would be the first time since prom. She looked exactly like I am sure she does now, and nothing at all like she did four years ago. After I woke up from this dream, I went to my morning classes. On my way out of one of them, I could have sworn that I saw Alex Guerra (her boyfriend and supposed fiancee when last I saw her) rush past me through the doors into Richardson Hall as I rushed out. I didn't get a chance to double check. I thought he went to Stevens, though...
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Over the summer (end of July maybe), I had an even weirder dream in which I spent a glorious few hours (minutes?) with the man I would call my "soulmate," if I really believed in such things. Which I kind of do. Again, his face was obstructed for the entire dream, except for my initial sighting of him, but of course I can't remember that image. And after last night's dream, now that I think about it and run the comparisons through my mind, I am pretty sure it's the same guy as Shawn's "father." But anyway. I am not going into the details of this dream because it ws way long and extremely involved and detailed, but suffice it to say that I woke up from it thouroughly moved and a little disturbed. In the dream, the guy rushes up to me at a party and smothers me in a hug. I haven't seen him in a long time, apparently, and seeing him "again" this time makes me realize that, during our separation, I missed him so much it almost becomes painful. He reminds me then about how Krista had first introduced us. The dream continues from that point on with us together, but like I said, I'm not going into it here. When I finally woke up, I spent about a full ten minutes sitting in my bed wracking my brain trying to remember if Krista ever had introduced me to anyone like him in the short span of our friendship. Finding no memory of such a person, I literally had to try to convince myself that I did not know this man. In my opinion, this took far too long to do, and telling myself he didn't really exist here in the waking world, in my reality, was so hard to do that it hurt. And here I am, nearly two months later, still strongly affected by the memory of it and having even more weirdo dreams.
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Okay. That's all. I just wanted to document the baby dream, but then it reminded me of the other two, so sorry for the long tangent there. I'm going to go do some Physics homework, which is all I really seem to do lately...