18 Jul The Girl I Love

Just woke (5:50 am) from the following dream:

I’m at a large gathering of students, perhaps high school. It’s just at the end of class and we’re all standing, milling about in a large room. We’re told to get into line before we can be dismissed, but I’m still standing near the exit talking to friends. Then someone, another student, comes to me and tells me that I have to get into line before we can all be dismissed. I’m holding everyone up. I go back feeling a little embarrassed. I find those who have names alphabetically close to mine and step into line. Then we move forward through a huge door, like that out of a barn or industrial building. The line is like marching, almost military.

As we get outside, we break up to go our own separate ways. We have to go to our next classes. I walk with a group, and I recognize a high school friend that I didn’t care much for. I look over at him, but we don’t speak. We’ve split up as friends and no longer run around together although I know he want us to. I ignore him.

Our group breaks up, and I start to go to my next class, then I see a girl standing at the street curb. She’s been with us all along, but I’ve taken no special notice of her. But now, she’s alone. She’s small, blond or maybe brown hair, really cute and lovable. She’s dressed in loose-fitting, light-colored pants and blouse. She’s standing alone at the curb, waiting. We used to go together, be together, but somehow, we broke up. And then it dawns on me: I love her. I love her so much. I want to be with her more than anything in the world. I walk toward her. I have a longing for her that’s difficult to describe. I’m going to tell her that I love her. That I love her so much it hurts. I’m going to whisper it in her ear. But just as I reach her, I wake.

I’m so sad that I didn’t get to tell her that I love her. If I could have told her before I woke, it would have made all the difference. I’m so disappointed that it, she, was a dream. I love her so much, still love her. However, the girl is no one I have ever known in the “real” world.

I feel this type of love frequently in dreams. It’s not erotic love. But it is romantic love, pure and sweet, consuming and unconditional.

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