In the last year or two, my dreams hit too close to home. Usually my old home, the one I grew up in from the age of 4 to 19. Many times, my dream is symbolic of something I did the previous day, or things I was thinking of. At about 5am, this girl from another board told me call her. We only spoke for the first time in the previous 24 hours, even though I've been on this particular site for 4-5 years, and for some reason, they decided they revoke my posting privileges. I appealed, because it's absolute nonsense. Anyway, we talked for 4.5 hours. But before I called her, I looked up her cell #, just to see - I always do this. Let's just say I some interesting photos. She's an online escort. I didn't mention any of this. I did sent her a text at night after I was notified my thread creation privileges were revoked. "Hmmmm. Weird" she said. Of course I talked to her about a handful of girls in my past. As great as it was for her to just give me her number, I don't know if we'll talk again. Who knows, who cares. It's probably for the best -- I get attached quickly. Addicted to talking on the phone. Now, to the dream.
I just woke up an hour ago, and wish I would have replied sooner.... Anyway, I'm back at the house I grew up in (which seems to be where many of my dreams occur). I see "the redhead", which a few people still ask about. A too good to be true story, one that would turn Hollywood on its ass. Anyway, I'm standing on my porch, and on my porch, also stands her second boyfriend (I only met her first boyfriend, by chance, when I was at her apartment weeks after I met her). Odd, but she looked different. She wasn't as voluptuous, and in my dream, she was quite skinny, and I remember noticing this in my dream. Now, it reminds me when I saw her in 2002ish, and afterwards, I called my ex-best friend Ray (reference), and he asked how she looked, and to start a sorrow conversation on a positive note, I replied, "She's gained some pounds".
I remember looking at her, but she wouldn't look at me. No eye contact. As if she was standing beside her car, waiting for the jagoff on my driveway. Which reminds me of the last time I saw her. 2009, stoned, after spending 4.5 months in Europe, but it was me who stood next to my car in her driveway. Let's just say it wasn't a good conversation, and I haven't seen her in almost 13 years -- but I'm still dreaming out her, and still talking to her (ala phone call yesterday).
I don't know if I verbally asked, but I wondered, "Why doesn't she come down?".... I think and almost sure I finally waved to her, to no answer.
I post on many sites, so I'm not sure if I posted it on here, but for the past handful of years, I wondered if the other person was thinking of you (consciously, or in their dreams), which is the reason for the union in the unconscious. I actually hate dreams. They are lose-lose. If it's a great one, you'll have to wake up to the reality. If it's an awful one, it kinda sticks around. I have no where to escape to. My imagination and conscience is out of control!