Ok, this is to the guy who’s been appearing in my dreams and has been in my field the past six months.
We had initial “meetings” 3 times in the dream state…
The first time you found me at my work. We had been seeing each other out and about – kinda like Carrie and Mr. Big in the beginning of the series but never speaking – just seeing each other. Then you managed to track me down at work. Your friend worked there/my friend worked there (I think it was like an ad agency or something). You kept staring at me until I noticed you and once I did you headed straight down the adjacent escalator. I debated what to do and decided this could be our one chance to talk and meet, so stopped what I was doing, followed you and called out “hi” or something like “you wanna talk?” because I recognized you from our sightings. You turned around and smiled…
The second time you were in a limo on PCH in the left hand lane heading towards Mailbu/Santa Monica. I was in my Porsche (the one I have now) with the top down in the right hand lane. Your window came down, we smiled at each other and before you know it you kinda teleported to my passenger seat. We didn’t even introduce ourselves. I simply asked, “do you know how to parallel world?”
Third time I was checking into the Chateau Marmont in the morning after my flight from JFK – the UAL 10:00 a.m. arrival. The clerk asked me to sit aside for a moment to finish what he was doing because he was going to walk me around the property to show me my various room choices. It was to be my first time staying there.
As an aside, in real life, not dream state, I stood outside the Chateau Marmont balling so hard I couldn’t see straight on September 29, 2009. I was there to go to the Romanian gypsy psychic across the street from the hotel over a break-up in Marin and my car was unknowingly parked in front of the hotel. When I went back to my car, I looked up in between tears and saw the hotel and thought, “oh, that’s where I’ll stay next trip…” as my hotel of choice – The Bel Air - had just closed for a couple year renovation leaving me “homeless” for my next L.A. trip.
Back to the dream, I sat patiently in the lobby taking in the scenery. I was just happy to be there after my flight. You walked into the lobby and said “hi!”, asked what I was doing and offered to show me around yourself as you were/are very familiar with the property.
During another dream we had our first date in Santa Monica. Not the Santa Monica in this world but in another realm or parallel world, alternate reality. It was totally casual – like hanging out and drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and I think there were skateboarders around. We had nice conversation though I can’t recall exactly what we were talking about other than minor stuff about our growing up and our pasts. I think I told you how I used to live in Venice and missed being out there. Next thing I remember is being in a car, me in the driver seat and saying good night. You asked me to go to the movies the next night and then got out of the car.
I was happy you wanted to go out with me again but was thinking…”oh, no goodnight kiss…?” to myself.
Just at that moment, you turned around and walked back to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and leaned in to kiss me. I reached for your neck with my right hand where my fingers made my way through your longish dark hair as we shared a very yummy goodnight kiss.
The thing is…I woke up in this reality, living here in Connecticut just outside of New York City, from the “dream” knowing exactly what your hair feels like.
Knowing the exact texture of it running through my fingers…
In real life, I went to a BBQ that night and told everyone there about the tactile experience in my dream – not who you are as they’d get hung up on that – but the feelings of your hair in my hand. That is what I can’t get out of my mind – that my dream turned into reality in a concrete way with feeling your hair.
In fact, because of who you are, at times I have felt silly and tried to deny any of this has happened. But the fact of the matter is, I felt that damn hair as real as my feeling my finger hit the key pad typing this right now. That was real and all these interactions have been real.
What’s up with all this? I have no idea…but I know you are in my field. It’s probably a little easier for me because I know who you are but because of that I do not plan to do anything out of the ordinary. Then there would be no way of knowing these dreams actually mean anything.
If they actually do, however, which I suspect they do, enough of the dream state interactions – let’s bring it all to the here and now, right now.