I had a dream last night. An amazing dream. A dream i have played over and over in my head all day long. I even tried to fall asleep at my desk after school hoping to start it again. It didn't happen but I still remember the feeling of that dream.
I felt loved.
It was incredible! I don't think I loved him but he loved me and wanted to be someone worthy of me and it was something i hadn't felt in so long that i didn't think it possible again.
The dream began when I was having to deliver something or go somewhere and then walked to work. I worked in a very strange, cool grocery store with other ladies about my age but i was younger than i am now. My boss was a black man who was rather strict - i don't know why.
As i'm walking to work, a guy came up to me and started talking to me. He was very tall, handsome, bald, had lots of personality and kept trying to make me laugh. At the time, in the dream, i didn't know what it was but I knew he wasn't the guy for me. I was attracted to him but he didn't seem serious enough for me, too flirty. I turned him down but he kept following me and even came into the grocery store where i worked. I stood my ground and he left.
In the dream time passed and it was shown like on a TV show or something. It showed the grocery store changing into other business adventures for the owner. I remember one being some sort of asian food restaurant. Anyway...then it changed to me in my mother's home. She was having a dinner party. When i arrived she started telling me about the people who were there but she was particularly intrigued with one guy who had talked to her for awhile. He had come with someone so my mother didn't know him. She told me about this man and his battle with alcoholism and how well he was doing and how he turned his life around and was ready to love this woman he had met a few years before. She didn't know at the time, and of course i didn't either. But when he walked in, it was the guy who had stopped me on the street and I was the woman he wanted to love.
It was the purest feeling for a man i've ever felt in my whole life. I wasn't suspicious. I wasn't worried. I was just warm and happy and willing. I had forgotten how it felt. I had forgotten what it felt like before i had been hurt. If that's what i'll find when i let my guard down i might be able to do it.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
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That's the hard part after the divorce. Learning to give yourself again without reservations. Hard to not be able to love without being scared of being hurt. Love your blog.
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