Ladies and gentlemen, i am the biggest dream romantic you might ever know. i think romance is cheesy, i do not believe in "True Love" yet, I'm lucky if i don't dream of falling with a complete stranger. Practically every month i have anywhere from one to six dreams of falling in love with complete and utterly beautiful strangers. Some months i might go without one of these dreams, and those are good months, when my waking life feels somewhat complete or satisfactory. Usually when i meet a new girl that i start seeing in waking life, i might go without the dreams for a bit. Sometimes the dreams will make me fall in love with someone i am seeing or am acquainted with in waking life.
The reason i say "biggest dream romantic", is because ever since i could remember these dreams have haunted and blessed me with feelings of love, pain and longing, (extreme exaggerations of those emotions) things i might have only felt in rare moments in waking life. (Now i don't really think i am the biggest dream romantic, its safe to say i'm up there with the top 100. ;P). These dreams began from when i first started watching television and going to school. Even as a child i had these dreams about girls my age or sometimes older, sometimes class mates from the waking reality, sometimes complete dreamy strangers (and when i was younger a few television celebrities as well). One of the earliest i can remember from childhood was of a girl on a pier in a Key West type setting, don't remember much detail other than the heavy emotions and me asking for her phone number (i must've been no older than 6 ridiculous as this sounds), i even remember waking and trying to remember the number but failing to remember anything past the first couple of digits, then giving up.. a heartbroken 6 year old. I laugh thinking about how young i started having these dreams.
Being twenty one years old now seems not much different, when it comes to dreams. Its not usually the same re-occuring girl, though at one point in my young life i remember there being one re-occuring girl, or maybe she was real i don't quite remember. I know that a 6 year old dreaming of love sounds quite absurd, but i assure you i was confused by this as a child, as i grew older i started to become more familiar with what the emotions in the dreams were considered (being "in love"), not to mention these type of dreams have stayed with me, lingering even in my waking life, making me long to change my world in my waking life, to do something different, something dreamy.. Often my best dreams take place in a party like setting, or in a "getting right out of high school setting" The school appearing as a blend of all my old schools (even now while i'm in college), the town appearing as a blend of everywhere i've been, or an exaggeration of places i've been, even places i've never been.
Just turned 5 a.m in florida where i type this (class at 1p.m) Something about my dream just awhile ago caused me to wake and google "dreams of falling in love with strangers". Funny thing is tonight is one of the nights i had no romantic dreams, but still something about the dream i just had gave me this nostalgia of my teen years, a longing that reminded me of the dreams where i fall "in love". Then i found this site, and found this particular blog, or w.e it is. Now, i've known for a while i can't be the only one having this type of feeling about dream characters, but its comforting to see all these post. I too suffer from heartache, from the countless girls and women who have haunted and blessed my dreams growing up.
I want to believe that these people exist in some reality or another, and scientifically speaking its possible considering the infinitude of the omniverse (multiple universe theory), these people can quite possibly exist if not in our own reality, in another. I also want to believe that the reason we share dreams with these lovers from other worlds is due to connections from past lives, (a lover from a past life trying to reconnect to you in a new form), which can be confusing but the emotion is there, and real is only what we interpret... ramble ramble ramble
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