I am unsure as to what has taken over me, but this morning, I had the most lovely, weird dream. Well, it was with a well known comedic actor. Very tall (at least, in my reverie, he was about a foot taller), and older than me. He was not "on" (as in "acting funny"), just very warm, sweet, caring, and absolutely wonderful. I was completely smitten.
We were, I suppose, "dating" but madly in love, and had gone to see a live show (theater? music?). There weren’t any seats at all, so everyone was either sitting on the floor or up against the walls. He had gone somewhere for a few minutes, and I remained to "reserve" our places.
He came back, our spot had been reduced (more people squeezing in). I put my arm around his waist, and he did the same, my head against him, it was just a great feeling.
At one point, we ignored the show totally, opting instead for alternating between gazing in each other's eyes, kissing, and hugging. I know, I know...it's so sappy it makes me want to make a stack of pancakes, and pour all the overly sweet feelings all over them.
Perhaps this dream is my mind's way of reminding me of real passion...without me rolling my eyes, feeling foolish or weak if I start believing in romance, or gagging at any hint of it.
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