My Psyche Revisited
By Keiti | August 23, 2007
I very rarely ever dream - or, at least, I very rarely ever remember my dreams. While I was dating S. I had three pretty vivid dreams about things that were pretty upsetting. Yesterday, I got home from work, passed out for an hour (which, as an aside, is going to make today suck very much because I ended up going to bed late and still had to get up at 5:30am) and had a dream about S. I’m not sure I like that. Of course, it wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been a good dream. I don’t remember all of it, but we were on an airplane going somewhere - He decided that he didn’t want to see me any more mid-flight. He didn’t tell me in the dream, though - it was more of an understood kind of thing. People were dressed up in Spiderman outfits (I have no idea why - you’ll have to ask my psyche) while S. and I were naked and cuddling up in the back row, giggling like a couple of school girls. Despite the fact that he didn’t want to see me any more, things were good and happy and we were both content.
I’m a firm believer that dreams mean something. I’m just not sure what this one means. As much as part of me would like it, I’m sure that it doesn’t mean we’re going to get back together. He’s made his decision, and I’m done wasting brain cells stressing about it.
Topics: Damn Those Dreams |