Dreams

Have you ever had a dream feel so real that when you wake up you feel as amazing as you would have if the thing that happened in the dream actually happened to you in real life? Sure, a lot of people have.
Have you ever had a dream about someone you haven't seen or spoken to in ages only to wake up the next day and find a note from them, get a phone call, or hear some news about that person? Sure, a lot of people have.
Both of these things have been happening to me recently, the former having happened last night and I still can't seem to shake the smile off of my face. The dream was a little something like this...

For some reason, I was on the Toronto Islands with my family. As I was getting bored of 'quality time' with my relatives I went for a little walk on my own to the marina restaurant (which in my dream looked more like the restaurant in Dawson's Creek than the actual Toronto Islands Marina). As I got there I noticed a familiar face... well to be honest, I noticed him from behind at first and wasn't sure I know who it was, but then I caught a glimpse of his profile and saw the unmistakable smile of the 'love of my grade eight life'. We chatted for a moment or two before going for a walk. Then the dream got a bit weird as I suddenly realised I'd left my new sandals and favourite cardigan in a restroom somewhere.
We were suddenly somewhere else with underground paths connecting a series of department and grocery stores. I kept leaving him outside (above ground) to head inside to check to see if this was the restroom I had left my precious items in. This nonsense went on for about two hours, and in between checking places we chatted and walked slowly - it hadn't even occurred to me how boring this must've been for him, but finally I decided to stop looking for my things and just spend time with him. We were standing someplace near a sink with a big mirrored wall behind it. We got to talking about how nice the few hours spent together had been and then that look, the look that says 'I really want to kiss you' was on both of our faces. We looked at each other in the mirror, both smiling, me blushing a little... and then we started to lean in towards each other, slowly. Finally the kiss I'd wanted since I was thirteen years old happened. Soft, simple, perfect. And much like real life and less like the perfection of a dream, as our lips met my relatives re-appeared calling me back to join them.

I woke up this morning feeling somewhat giddy. Thing is, I don't have those feelings for him anymore but I suppose because we've never been together, because I've always wondered what it would've been like had we gotten together at some point over the last twelve years, he's never too far from my mind - even if it is on a subconscious level. And even though I'm nearly positive he has a girlfriend, and even though I'm not looking for a relationship now, I will keep the promise I made to him a week or so ago to call him before this week is out to go out for a friendly meal or drinks. There's something really special about old friends - even though we haven't spent much time together over the last five years, we never have any trouble reconnecting.

Off to work to do a few hours of reversing the trailer. Wish me luck!