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I’ve dreamt of little girls before and I’ve found they symbolize either myself or women who are close to me or are religious in nature. These past two nights, I’ve had dreams with the same little boy and a faceless man.

Unfortunately, this faceless man is not the man I’ve been dreaming about all these years. He’s more mysteriously handsome than comfortably familiar. Everything the ‘me’ in my dream knows about him isn’t shared with my consciousness. Yet, I’m aware how close we are as two people. We are friends with a great deal of history.

As the little boy watches me in one dream and follows him in the next, I am almost convinced of who they are. They are one person, someone I’ve been thinking about lately. Someone… I’ve come to worry about more and more.

Or it could be the effects of watching Beaty and the Beast 2017 film.

Still, I don’t think so. My mind has been plagued by this person for quite some time and if he were to be these two figures in my dreams, I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s not my first time dreaming about him.

I loved him once upon a time, like a possibility then like a brother. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 21, 2017 in Dream Diary

 

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he has brown eyes

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He stared into my eyes as he entered my home with a casual smile. That’s when I knew, he has brown eyes. It’s a rich dark brown which I could not look away from.

My heart may have skipped a beat. I may have smiled his way.

The rest of the group entered. There was a former teacher of mine, Ms. Adams, who conversed with me in a strange manner. We have never been close, but she was comfortable. I was comfortable.

And there was a girl, younger than I.

She didn’t say much. She had beautiful light brown hair and kind mannerisms. Though, she blended with the rest of the house, invisible or oddly fitting with the American Craftsman architecture.

He watched me the whole time we discussed an important matter over dinner.

I kept my eyes cast down as best I could.

There was a sort of natural comfort and easiness to his presence.

After the meal, we all cleaned up, each taking a task. More than once, I noticed the way he followed my every move. How he tried to fall into step every time I walked.

There was a feeling of familiarity as he tried each time to follow my lead. It was nice.

I tried to do the same at least once.

Even though neither of us could find the right rhythm as the day lingered on, the way he looks at me and the I look back makes it all feel better and correct. It was nice.

And the feeling of fear before sleep has been washed by the dreams of the night.

a.n: I actually have a sister post to this. It’s called Movie Night 04: The Last Five Years.

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2015 in Dream Diary

 

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