Today's song: Dream A Little Dream Of Me by The Mamas & The Papas
Do you ever have one of those dreams that is just perfect? You know the kind - you're in such a deep sleep and you subconsciously know you may be indulging yourself, but you just become more and more swept away by how wonderful everything in DreamLand can be. I've noticed that I usually have the most vivid dreams when I fall asleep completely exhausted.
I woke up relatively early this morning to go out shopping with my mother for work clothes (aka shorts of an acceptable length and a one piece bathing suit...gag me). Overall, it was a pretty successful shopping trip and I got all of what I needed, plus some. But after returning home and grabbing a bite to eat, I was ready to nap. So I came upstairs, got myself snuggled up in bed and fell asleep with the most perfect evening lighting coming through my window.
I have to say, this dream was nothing special. I mean, I wasn't Wonder Woman, riding a unicorn to Emerald City to see the wizard or anything like that. Michael Phelps wasn't even there. The only "perfect" things were the beach-front mansion I was apparently residing in and the person I was spending all my time with...let's call him F. So in this dream, F and I were sitting on the beach, drinking wine out of coffee mugs. I don't know why we were using coffee mugs...maybe because I always thought it would be kind of funny to do...I'm weird, I realize this. So we're sitting there, sipping our wine, slowly getting that funny-drunk when everything is just grand and you're so happy you could fall over. I vaguely remember getting up at some point and tossing my mug aside so I could put my feet in the ocean, which was lovely. All of a sudden, we're in this huge beautiful dream house and I couldn't tell if we were packing or unpacking; but there were a lot of cardboard boxes filled with home-y stuff. F was standing in the kitchen pouring us more wine (in actual glasses this time) and rummaging through the boxes for something. I got shnuggled up in the most perfect gray sweatshirt, picked up my glass of wine and was twirling around the kitchen for a while listening to some delightful music playing from somewhere inside the house. Then F said he had to go upstairs to find something so I plopped myself down on this big comfy couch in the living room. F came back downstairs and told me that we were out of tape (????) to which I told him "Don't worry, it'll be fine". He came around the couch and sat down, threw his arms around me and kissed me on my cheek. I was giggling and happy as ever. I leaned into him and there we sat. Together and perfect. He was wearing his glasses and I took them off and put them on myself and laughed. F picked up a camera from the end table and we took goofy pictures of each other, laughing the whole time. I got up and he chased me out to the porch, overlooking the beach. By now it was evening and the sun was setting (perfect. I know, right?). I had the camera and continued taking pictures of the beach while F laid down on the floor of the porch. I stumbled over and straddled him, taking a picture of his face, smiling. I moved beside him and all of a sudden, it was like a television was on and I heard a news show starting. I sat up and realized I was just waking up from my nap in my bedroom at home, and my mother had just turned on the local news station.
What a let down. But it was so perfect. I know I've probably overused that word in this post but that's the only word for it. As you can imagine, I was perturbed when I realized that my dream wasn't my real life. Maybe someday though, right? A girl can dream...
Thanks for reading :)
Love,
Rachel
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