What's in a Dream?

Update: I read this post about a week after posting and, well, barf. But oh well, you know, write it, love it, own it... blah blah blah.

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Last night I had a dream that really wasn't anything special. It was me, living my life just as I've imagined it. Unfortunately, as they say, life never turns out the way you dream it.

First, it was a late summer afternoon and I sat amongst hundreds of others and watched a baseball game. Everything seemed so real. I could hear the crack of the bat and the voices in the crowd. I could feel the summer breeze on my face and the warmth of the body next to me.

Like you tend to do in dreams, I jumped from scene to scene without much logic. Next, I was in a store, looking for wrapping paper. I found what I needed and headed to leave. There was no line at the check out, which is a dream in itself. I chatted with the cashier and before I left she said, "Oh, by the way, Congratulations." I thanked her, although I have no idea why I deserved congratulating.

The final "scene" in the dream was in a restaurant. It was very busy and a lot of people were just walking around, mingling. A party, maybe? I walked across the room to try to find a drink and ran into some friends. In reality, I've never met these people before but it seemed so normal as I greeted them. I told one woman she looked great- she was pregnant, again. I seemed to know all about them and they me. It was all very comfortable.

I was not alone throughout this dream. Though faceless, there was someone with me the entire time. A man. Dare I say it, THE man. The entire dream felt so natural and reassuring. I was there, doing the things I normally do, just as I imagined it. No, I don't know who this person was, I just know that he was.

It really is too bad they say life doesn't happen like you dream it. It's consolation, though, that I've also heard them say that it turns out even better.