I had a shared dream completely on accident. There was no conscious effort on either side. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, and I was asleep for it.
Almost a year ago, I encountered an online broadcaster who streamed little-known horror movies. We grew to appreciate one another's character. Then we learned what one another's faces looked like, and there was a mutual appreciation followed by agreement that LDR's are terrible ideas. We behaved ourselves to the best of our abilities, which waxed and waned. I have no idea when or why, but at some point I began sleeping on my side holding a pillow and wishing it were her. Or just a woman exactly like her in every exciting detail. A few months later I dreamed that we were lying in bed together as close as two people could be when she said, "I... I love you." I smiled the biggest smile of my life, began holding her closer and said, "I love you too." Then it was like we pulled one another impossibly close. There were no visuals. Just an exchange of eight words and sensation of warmth that grew and grew. The setting was familiar and known, so like home that I didn't need to open my eyes to know who was there or where we were. I tried to fall back in to that dream for hours. I fell back asleep, but not into that dream. When I encountered the woman next she mentioned having had a dream in which she felt rather frightened. I immediately thought of the dream I'd had, in which she seemed completely vulnerable and genuinely concerned that she might be dealing with unrequited love. I wrestled for weeks over telling her about the dream. In the mean time, I asked her if I could pay a visit some time without expectations or obligations of any kind. She agreed enthusiastically Nearly two months later I told her about the dream I had, and when I had it. She said, 'That was no dream!!" There were more exclamation marks, but you get the idea. We had a shared dream.
In hindsight, I think I did exactly as JTM proposed. It was very much not the goal. Where she and I are at right now is in fact the exact opposite of our originally stated goals in this relationship. We're adjusting rather well to the fact that we're head over heals, irrationally in love with mysterious people we barely know but intend to marry and make a multitude of fat babies with. I absolutely thought that all of this soul mate talk was phooey until experiencing the sensation of merging on the deepest levels with a stranger five thousand miles away. I've still never even asked what her last name is, but she knows what I intend it to be.
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