The other night, I had a dream about someone I have not had a dream about in a long time... It was not a bad dream, it was a good dream, so let me describe it here...
I drove to her house, pulled up early in the day. The sun is out with a light breeze in the air, it's chilly, but not too cold/ I get out, I walk up to the door, enter, and I see she is sleeping but the kids are awake, playing quietly/ I go to the youngest, who wasn't doing anything but playing on the floor, and I bend down and whisper to him to be quiet, his mother is still sleeping. It's a small home, and in the dream, it didn't seem like I was visiting, it was more like I was coming home from work or a trip... I glance over at her beautiful face, sleeping. She's so peaceful when she's sleeping like that, it seems like she has not a care in the world.
Then, I wake up, remembering the entire dream, and I have been thinking about it ever since... I have been told not to see this as an omen, but I always have hope. Time flows constantly, and the future is never written in stone. Things can always be changed.
What I hope for, what I wonder, what I have always felt, was that the one I was dreaming about, was the one I have always been looking for. She seemed like the perfect one for me... I never truly give up hope. Am I a hopeless romantic? Most likely, yes. She never leaves my mind. Never leaves my thoughts. And now, she is back in my dreams...
I wish I knew what I could do to set things right, to fix them, to make us right again...
I drove to her house, pulled up early in the day. The sun is out with a light breeze in the air, it's chilly, but not too cold/ I get out, I walk up to the door, enter, and I see she is sleeping but the kids are awake, playing quietly/ I go to the youngest, who wasn't doing anything but playing on the floor, and I bend down and whisper to him to be quiet, his mother is still sleeping. It's a small home, and in the dream, it didn't seem like I was visiting, it was more like I was coming home from work or a trip... I glance over at her beautiful face, sleeping. She's so peaceful when she's sleeping like that, it seems like she has not a care in the world.
Then, I wake up, remembering the entire dream, and I have been thinking about it ever since... I have been told not to see this as an omen, but I always have hope. Time flows constantly, and the future is never written in stone. Things can always be changed.
What I hope for, what I wonder, what I have always felt, was that the one I was dreaming about, was the one I have always been looking for. She seemed like the perfect one for me... I never truly give up hope. Am I a hopeless romantic? Most likely, yes. She never leaves my mind. Never leaves my thoughts. And now, she is back in my dreams...
I wish I knew what I could do to set things right, to fix them, to make us right again...
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