I had this odd dream last night
I'm outside at a cottage it seems to be a small boutique with brand name clothes, jewelry, and all sorts of other oddities. I'm holding open the door into the boutique for customers, their all dressed for chilly weather, including me, it must be well into fall colors.
A Lady pauses just before going inside. She mentions how she has an old friend who use to hold the door for her, she has this mournfulness about her face as she continues inside.
I turn to my left and spot this colorful tank top laid out on a table among other clothes and random things. But, the tank top keeps changing colors; from green to pink to orange then yellow and purple than its back to green. I want to purchase the tank, but am thinking better of it when I hear someone. He tells me to just get it, not to worry about the price if I enjoy it so much. I debate more, deciding not to buy it. It wouldn't have fit anyways.
I place the garment back on the table as the man moves over to a carousel of scarfs. We look at them together for only moment when he pulls off the one he has been wearing dropping it around my neck, for some reason I feel the need to promise profusely that I'll return it to him soon .
He just smiles as we lead each other to a park bench linked together, arm in arm. We sit down, burrowed together as if we were an item. I suddenly have this dreaded realization, this knowing that hes not substantial. That what connection we have together isn't true, that I can't have him forever.
So I begin ask questions about us to fill in the blanks of our being together, one question was "how did we met?". He tells me that we met in Paris and shared a taxi together, then fell in love and have been ever since. I know in my head that I've never been to Paris, but accept the story as fact. We sit a while longer locked together. Then hes gone, just simply fades away from me. Leaving me along on the park bench. I'm immensely unsure if his ever being real.
I spy my fantastic friend Wendy siting on a nearby bench, she shouts at me that its time to go. I don't want to in the slightest bit, but follow her reluctantly into a toy store, full of every amazing toy you can imagine.
We're here because for some odd reason that she is required to buy a present for a young boy, instead we end up playing with the plastic swords and other miscellaneous weapons there.
Once we're finished amusing ourselves, we move on to stare at figurines displayed on a entire wall of shelves.
I ask Wendy about her brother; how he looks, how he speaks, and dresses in hopes of him being the one who vanished, but hes not from how she describes him. She asks me why I care so much about this mystery man if he just left me sitting there.
I care so much because he . . . . . . . . .
I then Woke UpThe reason that this posting is so sporadic is because that is all I can remember of the dream. Bits and Pieces
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