I don’t think I’ve ever dreamt so vividly… so consistently, as I did this past summer. There was something about it… made me feel alive, even during my sleep.
Those days are hazed now… resurfacing in my memory sporadically, laced with the discomfort of nostalgia. And my dreams have become rare too. Almost as rare as you.
Only once in a while, do you resurface. The two of you… together.
Two nights ago, I dreamt of finding $130 on the street: I kept $60, gave a stranger $70.
Last night, I dreamt of military tanks, airplanes, business cards, and dinner.
But the book on my nightstand says I’m going to be okay.
That “to dream of finding money suggests small worries but large happiness. Changes will follow.” That dreaming of military tanks means, “you will find peace of mind around a problem that has been bothering you for some time.” That airplanes symbolize “flying to loftier places.” That business cards foresee “introductions to people who will be beneficial to your finances.” And that dinner means, “you will enjoy the hospitality of those who are able to extend many pleasant courtesies to you.”
Life can be so obscure sometimes. And teasing.
It’s been two days, and two nights.
Wonder if I’m still your DreamGirl.