Seriously?

I don't dream very often.

Okay, the scientists in the room might take exception with that statement and explain to me that, according to the nature of REM cycles, I do dream. I may simply not remember them.

Whatever. If I don't remember it, it didn't happen.

In any case, I've been dreaming off and on lately.

And there seems to be a theme. Here's a sample:

1) A few weeks ago: It's my wedding day. My mom is with me as I get ready. There's something not quite right about my dress. It's not what I wanted. As I adjust and primp, I realize the same is true for the guy. Then I wake up.

2) Last night: I'm proposed to (possibly by my ex-boyfriend? let's just assume it was an unknown place-holding boy). He hands me a selection of rings to choose from and leaves the room. I immediately breeze past the diamonds for the non-traditional, funky stone rings. All of which are cheap, dime-store pieces. I realize that, in not anticipating my preferences (and giving me a selection?), this guy doesn't know me at all. And that's a fail. Then I wake up.

Put the dream analysis books back on the shelves, kids. This one is pretty easy to figure out.

For one of the first times in my life, my desire for companionship is being trumped by something else: wanting the RIGHT guy. And if my dreams are any indication, I'm willing to wait until I find him.

Do I know him right now? I don't think so.

Will I find him? Yes, someday. God-willing.



Much love from Texas. :)