Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

By my absence, you may have realized that I have had another bad spell. I won’t bore you with the details. I’ll just say that I’ve been very quiet, eaten not much other than porridge and soup and have done an awful lot of sleeping. I know I normally do a lot of sleeping, but I have done a bit more than usual.

One of the side effects of the the tablets I take is that I sleep a lot. And when I sleep, I dream. Well, I used to dream a lot, but now, with the tablets,  I dream so vividly, but when I wake up, I can hardly ever remember what I was dreaming about. I just have vague recollections of places and faces, but nothing specific. I hate that. I want to be able to remember them properly.

As I said, I used to dream a lot, and often I remembered every little detail. I remembered the places. I remembered the faces. So much so, that it was a topic of conversation in the house and at work every day. And sometimes my dreams came true.......

A long, long time ago, I woke up one morning absolutely exhausted. My Mum and Dad both said I looked like I had never slept. Yes, I had slept, but I had been dreaming all night, one dream after the other. I started to tell them about the dreams.

I was in a pub with some friends and I met ‘this guy’. He was tall, dark hair, wore glasses, and he had a red jacket. He also had a red car. I didn’t know what kind of car it was. I just knew that it was a ‘nice’ car. By the way, he was also handsome. But if I had added that after the tall, dark bit, it would have sounded a bit twee. But he was.

Next thing, I was going out on dates with this nice guy wearing the nice red jacket......in that nice red car.

Next bit, well, this was the shocker. I was shopping for a wedding dress! I was in a wedding dress shop (where else?) and I picked the perfect dress. I then asked for shoes. The woman in the shop brought me silly looking shoes. All fancy brocade lacy shoes. Not me at all.

It was my life, chapter after chapter.....but I didn’t get to read the final chapter because my alarm clock went off.

So I sat that morning telling this story to my Mum and Dad. They knew what my dreams were like and probably realised then that their youngest daughter was about to fly the nest.

I went into work that day and told the girls, and it then became an expensive task trying to find this guy. I say expensive because we started going out for bar lunches every day. And every guy we saw was scrutinized. “Is that him?” they asked every time a guy vaguely matched the description. Nope.......I just knew it wasn’t my man. None of them were.

After a while, I gave up looking.

And you know that saying, something will turn up when you’re not looking for it - well, it’s true.

A couple of months later, I was out one night for a drink with my sister and a friend, when I met this guy. I have to be honest and say that my dream didn’t even enter my head at that point.

A few days later he took me out on a date. He was tall, dark, and yes, he was handsome (I don’t care if it sounds twee!) He wore glasses. He had a red BMW. He had a red puffa jacket.

A couple of years later, I went with my Mum and my sister wedding dress shopping. I knew in my head what I wanted, I had even sketched a picture of what I wanted. And guess what......second dress I tried on was the one I wanted. Then I asked for shoes. You know what’s coming, don’t you? Fancy brocade lacy shoes. So I had to get my shoes elsewhere.

So, seeing as we will be celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary later this year, I think I can honestly say that dreams can come true.