Have you ever had a dream that was so different from everything else that you:
1) Didn’t want it to end, just so that you could see where it took you
2) Thought about it all day long because it was so very new and interesting?
Last night I dreamed that I was 17 and thin. I was dating a very cute younger guy. But that wasn’t the interesting part. This is where it takes a turn from my normal dream. My guy was a little person. He was cute, sweet and wonderful!
In the beginning of the dream, Gordon (that was his name) and I were seeing each other but we weren’t super serious. Then he invited me to go to one of his rich friends’ house for the weekend. This house was awesome!! It was one of those houses that had glass for outside walls and it was in the woods. I think that I was the only average sized person there, but that never seemed to matter in the dream.
A few of us were hanging out on the second floor deck type of thing. I just remember it being up high and attached to the house. Gordon had gone somewhere inside, I wasn’t sure where. Then it happened, huge chunks of ice started falling from the sky, like gigantic hail. One of Gordon’s friends got hit by the first piece. It nailed him right in the head, he died right after that. I got hit in the calf by another one as we were running to get into the glass house.
The hail didn’t stop, it was getting worse and worse, and I was really starting to panic, because I couldn’t find Gordon anywhere. I was standing on the second floor cat walk screaming for Gordon, while the others were gathered around trying to help the guy that had gotten hit in the head. No one was trying to get away from the windows which were being made into swiss cheese by the apocalyptic type hailstorm. Suddenly, Gordon appeared on the first floor and I ran down the circular staircase so fast it didn’t even register with me. I just knew that I had to get to him. He looked so stressed out and worried about me.
As I got to him, I pulled him into the hallway. It was the only place in the house that wasn’t floor to ceiling windows. I just remember the relief I felt when I finally wrapped my arms around him, I could really tell in that moment I loved him. I was also fairly sure that this storm was a signal of the end of the world and that is when the teen hormones kicked in. We were kissing so intently that we could barely stumble into the room I was staying in and when we did get there, the window was almost obliterated. So, I pulled him into the closet and basically ravaged him.
Then my alarm went off.
I am not sure why this dream was so captivating. I generally ravage someone in my dreams and I am usually a hottie. I guess that it threw me off balance because in the beginning this didn’t feel like a naughty dream. (You know the type.) But the emotions were so powerful and real. I would love to say that I have had emotions of that caliber in my actual life, but I don’t think that I have. It didn’t matter that the sky was literally falling or that we were all doomed, in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be alone with him forever, to love him until the end of time.
What an odd way to wake up. On the one hand, the world wasn’t smashing down around me in reality. On the other, I will most likely never get to see Gordon again. I don’t understand this sense of loss that has followed me around all day. Has anyone else ever fallen in love with a figment of their imagination? Outside of mental patients, thank you. I suppose that I could look at it this way, my potential to love is more extreme then I ever gave it credit for and perhaps I should tap into that a little more often.
You could share your crazy dreams with me so that I don’t feel quite so out of my mind.
