Lucid Dreams

I had the strangest dream last night, and maybe it was only strange because of how normal it actually was. I realized that if I didn't write it down soon enough, I would forget it. Many a dream have passed me by in which I have not had means to put pen to paper and write it down, and I am not about to do that again this time. At least not with this particular dream. It was the first dream he was in, and in my honest, vulnerable opinion, dreaming about a guy is a way of confirming that I really like him. Which is what made this dream extra special, and not your average undecipherable stream of consciousness (borrowed this phrase from my close friend's blog title...).

The beginning is hazy, as dreams always are, but I can remember myself standing at somewhere (and I hate to be this general) and he was standing in front of me. I was speaking to a friend of mine and I kept peaking over her shoulder to see his face, and sure enough in one of those moments our eyes met. Instinctively, I looked down immediately and blushed until my cheeks held a tone of rouge. But it was sweet because he kept looking at me every once in a while. I remember my friend would look at me with a jokingly scornful expression as she realized that we both wanted to talk to each other but no one was making any move to do so. The scene swiftly changes into one where I am have a sudden surge of confidence at a get together and saw him sitting near the groupies (as I like to call his friends). We had been eyeing each other for about an hour but no one had said anything. Eventually I walked up to him sat down on his lap and kissed him. As I was getting up he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me again.

And I loved everything about it, except for the fact that the groupies were all looking at me scornfully, Dylan among them. Despite the fact that these were his best friends, he didn't care; I couldn't help but feel insecure as he held my hand and the groupies slowly moved away.

So I have no idea what to make out of this dream. It is almost entirely lucid, and so you would assume that it its meaning is blatant. And yet, I can't help but feel, well hope rather, that one of these will happen if not both, and it doesn't appear to be the kiss.

Dreams stem from the deep subconscious, and whether we know ourselves enough to acknowledge our deepest wish or not, I have a feeling that this dream speaks to how much I have grown to like him in the month that I have liked him...

It's starting to worry me... I guess I'm in this for the long haul.