I have always been a dreamer. This time I’m not talking about the head in the skies, where i’m trying to go with my life type. Though I am one of those… This time, I admit that things have had a way of revealing themselves to me in my dreams since I was a young girl. Not every second of every day, I wish. If everything revealed itself to me then I would have avoided many heartbreaks and disappointments. However, when the time was right, certain things have appeared in my dreams that I had no clue of in my waking life.
*Sidenote* between my Mississippi Be Damned post and this one, I’m not sure if I would still be following me by now. Are you witnessing my decline from the sane world. And even in saying that, who is to determine what is sane and what isn’t because honestly, my experiences with those that diagnose you is that they often have more problems than the very manuals they use to tell you what you suffer from. Thus, I believe that in order to truly evaluate someone, you must be a bit off the driven path yourself. Maybe this is where I should insert one of those disclaimers that says I’m not a medical professional and if you’re feeling psychotic blah blah blah… Maybe this is the start of my 2012 resolutions where I tell people if you don’t like what I write, say, who I am, or how I live my life, there is a delete button….
Woo Sah…
Back to my dream. I had it about 48 hours ago. The first notable thing about the dream is that I’ve only had a dream like it once in my life. Less than a week later, I met the person I dreamt of.
Present: I met her in my dream. I was going to meet one of my friends to pick up something. It was something that she did often and other people were coming to meet with her as well to pick up their stuff. I noticed her the moment she got out of her truck. I didn’t know who she was and in reality, I have never met her but everything about her felt familiar. I knew the way she walked, smelt… But I didn’t know her. After getting whatever I came to pick up, she walked over and began talking to me. She asked me about a book that I’d recently published. Apparently, it was one of two new books that I had put out. Ironically, I am working on two new books. I’ll keep the rest of my dream to myself but I woke up the next morning with a feeling that is hard to describe. I’ve tried to throw it in the back of my mind the last few days but it was such an overwhelming feeling. In the dream I saw her face and knew we hadn’t met before. Now I can’t picture her face for the life of me. Que sera sera.
Maybe I need to hurry and publish these two books so I can meet this woman. lol
That’s interesting but not so insane!
For years I dreamt of this woman but never saw her face. She was tall, wore all black including her boots, simple yet elegant jewelry. Her hair pulled in a high pony tail and she walked with a since of authority, sophistication and elegance. I’ve had this dream about this woman for as long as I can remember but I could never picture her face or her purpose in my life. I can only tell you the way I felt when I saw her. She was very poise and confident. She always walked tall and with a purpose. I would see her in random places in my dreams.
One day I was dropping my son off at the airport and we were running late. In the mist of my hurried shuffle to his gate, I saw a glimpse of her, this wasn’t a dream so I did a double take but didn’t have time to go back and find her. On my way walking back to my car I glanced over my shoulder and to my surprise, I saw her, in the exact same manner in which I had saw her in my dreams, it gave me chills, even more so because I was looking at my reflection. Dressed in a simple black sweater, black pants, black boots, elegant jewels, long ponytail. All too well do I understand feeling like you are insane because in that moment standing outside the airport I couldn’t hear or see anything but her. I walked over to the reflection in the window and simply stared at myself. I thought, “was I imitating the woman from my dream or was I the woman I was dreaming of all that time”. Maybe it was my moment of “me” clarity.
I don’t know why certain things come to us in our dreams but I know all too well that where dream and reality meet is a thin line. So don’t focus on what she looks like but focus on the feeling you have toward her in your dreams. Once that feeling presents itself to you then you will know the dream has been fulfilled. 🙂
I can see that happening and yes, that is an imagine of you. Though, I don’t see you in all black too often. You’re always full of color when I see you. You know…. What had me so shook was the feeling that I had towards the woman and what I could see of what she felt towards me. It was indescribable. However, I am very sure that I will know her when I see her again. I wish I could paint so that I could paint what I remember of her.
Pick up a brush, you might surprise yourself! 😉
That was highschool… I was “aight” lol
“Maybe I need to hurry and publish these two books so I can meet this woman. lol”
And please do keep Us (your readers) posted 🙂
I agree Truth! 🙂