Another Dream
I'm away on a holiday right now, but still need to write down my dreams. :P
Last night I had a very strange dream. I woke up and it took me a while to remember it while I was in the shower, and my expression in the mirror told me I was not happy with this dream, though that could be attributed to the coldness of the hotel bathroom or perhaps that the shower curtain kept sticking to me.
I was in an indoor swimming pool, just standing there with people around, and then suddenly someone’s hands grabbed around my waist and I was lifted up into the air, out of the water, and then put back down again. I spun around, having no expectations, and there he was. Looking decidedly a lot older and a lot more defined since his last visit to my dreams, he was taller, with more muscles and shorter hair, lighter hair. But it was him.
I’ve not seen him in almost two years, not since he left school, but a friend tells me he still shows up to tennis practice, rail thin from all the speed.
He was wearing clothes, and then I was too, and we weren’t in a pool any more, but a house. I don’t know whether we had caught up, or what the hell had happened that he would suddenly think of me as anymore than ‘that girl he went to school with’ but there we were. He was hungry, and I offered to cook him dinner. I asked what he would like, and we said at the same time, ‘spaghetti bolognaise.’ The next image I have is of him working (shuffling papers on a desk, me nowhere in sight) and eating the spaghetti. I don’t know if he liked it or not.
The rest of the dream I can’t remember. I only have flashes of images or his face, or feelings. The feelings are what I remember the most, and the atmosphere; he has been away for a very long time, doing God knows what, and now he has come home...to me. He has come home to me. But he leaves again, and I know he has to do this, move around to different towns, not stay in one place forever. But it feels as if he has been here only a day.
I hate it when I dream about him, but can’t help it. And I wonder why he chose last night to come back into my dreams, when I had gone a long time without thinking of him.
Eh.
Last night I had a very strange dream. I woke up and it took me a while to remember it while I was in the shower, and my expression in the mirror told me I was not happy with this dream, though that could be attributed to the coldness of the hotel bathroom or perhaps that the shower curtain kept sticking to me.
I was in an indoor swimming pool, just standing there with people around, and then suddenly someone’s hands grabbed around my waist and I was lifted up into the air, out of the water, and then put back down again. I spun around, having no expectations, and there he was. Looking decidedly a lot older and a lot more defined since his last visit to my dreams, he was taller, with more muscles and shorter hair, lighter hair. But it was him.
I’ve not seen him in almost two years, not since he left school, but a friend tells me he still shows up to tennis practice, rail thin from all the speed.
He was wearing clothes, and then I was too, and we weren’t in a pool any more, but a house. I don’t know whether we had caught up, or what the hell had happened that he would suddenly think of me as anymore than ‘that girl he went to school with’ but there we were. He was hungry, and I offered to cook him dinner. I asked what he would like, and we said at the same time, ‘spaghetti bolognaise.’ The next image I have is of him working (shuffling papers on a desk, me nowhere in sight) and eating the spaghetti. I don’t know if he liked it or not.
The rest of the dream I can’t remember. I only have flashes of images or his face, or feelings. The feelings are what I remember the most, and the atmosphere; he has been away for a very long time, doing God knows what, and now he has come home...to me. He has come home to me. But he leaves again, and I know he has to do this, move around to different towns, not stay in one place forever. But it feels as if he has been here only a day.
I hate it when I dream about him, but can’t help it. And I wonder why he chose last night to come back into my dreams, when I had gone a long time without thinking of him.
Eh.