Oh me. . .
This week soundly kicked my ass. Starting last Friday night/Saturday morning, I spent six nights up until at least 6am. Was this by choice? Well, Friday and Saturday were, but the nights from Sunday on were just my insomnia being a bitch. Coupled with this was a recurring dream.
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may remember this post from June about some dreams I had. If you haven’t read it or don’t remember it, read it, or the rest of this post probably won’t make much sense.
Here is where things get weird. What I say from here on only three other people know about before this.
I had mostly forgotten about the dream by the time I got back to college in August (mostly meaning everything except for that face. . . *Starts humming “That Face” from The Producers*). Then I started meeting and hanging out with some of the new students, and guess what happened? I saw her. At first I thought, “Nah, can’t be her, my eyes are just playing tricks on me”, but the next time I saw her I realized that this was indeed the face from my dream. I jokingly told one of my friends about it, but I was shocked and confused. How did I have a dream about her 3 months before I met her? I shrugged it off and got to know her.
That was where I thought the weirdness from the dream would end. I thought that I could just forget about the dream. If something happened, something happened. If we ended up being friends, we ended up being friends. That was all I thought would happen. Then, in mid-November I started having the dream again.
It was the same dream with one slight difference. Instead of shifting through multiple faces, the woman in the dream had the same beautiful face throughout the dream. The first time, I just thought it was my subconscious playing a joke on me and ignored it. By the fifth time, I knew something weird was going on. Now, I have quit keeping track of how many times I have had it.
Over the past six nights, I have had the dream four times. It is getting ridiculous. Part of me wants to tell her about it, but at the same time, I can’t help but think that it is just plain creepy. I mean, how can you tell someone that you had a dream about them three months before you met them? How can you then go on to tell them that in the dream, the two of you were married and she was giving birth? I mean sure, I can refer to the blog post and show her what I said about her in it, but I still think it would be the height of creepiness.
Oh me. . .
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