| 10:39a |
Two For One
This dream actually happened in two, maybe three, parts. From what I can remember, Spoon and I were hanging out. We hadn't seen each other in quite some time, it felt like maybe a little over a year. Everything was really cool. He talked about our possibly getting back together, but said he didn't want to if "things weren't going to work out again". I told him I didn't really want to get back with him at all at this point. It was all cool. We decided to hang out again the next night. He called about mid-day and said he was on his way. It was my birthday. I said cool, and hung up. I remember it being quite remarkable in the dream that I didn't ask him questions like "when exactly are you leaving?", "how long will it take you to get here?", "what time do you think you'll be here?". I remember feeling that he had probably noticed it, too. I was proud of me. We were having a party for me at Pa's with the whole fly. (Including Mo), and a bunch of friends (I remember Brand and Jackie mainly). A car full of people pulled up outside and I went out to meet them. It was Spoon and a two friends. His hair was full and curly, like when he had the perm, just fuller. I told them to meet us at the bar. Another big step for me, but I meant it and was totally okay with it. I ended up not going b/c it was Sunday and I was already drunk and it was late and I had work the next day.
I woke up at 4:30 am, and went back to sleep. In this dream, we were hanging out at a house I didn't recognize that Lauren and Steve shared. The kids were older, but not much. I can't remember much about the first day except we got along really cool. Early the next morning I woke up while everyone was still asleep. I wandered into the livingroom where Spoon was asleep on the couch. Against my better judgement, I couldn't help but crawl up next to him, facing away from him. Half-awake, he sighed, wrapped his arms around me, and said, "My baby." I asked him how he knew it was me, and he said he most certainly knew what I felt like in his arms. We talked and cut up a bit, and he went to wrap his arms around me once again, they somehow slipped under my shirt. He was shocked at the sudden touch of my breasts, but he let out that long sigh of contentment and began massaging them. I turned over and started kissing him. That was all we did. We played around some more and I got upset, thinking he did these things with his new girlfriend. I didn't say anything, but got up. It got to be too much, as we talked about what we'd do all day ("later on, we'll go home and rent some movies," he said..and even he commented that it felt like it was 1998 all over again). It felt too much like the old days, and it was very painful. It was so real! Eventually, I just left the house to walk down the street and get something to eat b/c I couldn't take it anymore. He told me that he tried living in Cali for awhile but it was too much of a reminder of when we lived there together. The house was behind a Wal-Mart. The dream ran off on another tangent then.
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