Last night I had a pretty bizarre dream. I was with a guy I dated* in college, in his present day kitchen. We were bantering and flirting while he made breakfast. Then in walks this hot, fit blonde chick with the haircut I’ll be getting soon. I’m like, who is this broad?
So I assert my dominance and speak first. “Hi, I’m Michelle.”
“Oh, hi! I’m Michelle; Stark** is my boyfriend,” she explains.
“Oh, he…didn’t…mention. Well, my boyfrien--I mean, husband, Fella, is just getting ready in the bedroom.”
What??? Were we vacationing with him, er, them or something?!
That's pretty much it. It wasn’t a very involved or convoluted dream or anything (except perhaps the thinner, hotter version of me with the same name) but it was vivid and just strange. I hope I wasn’t talking in my sleep during the banter/flirt portion of the dream. That would be interesting to explain to Fella:
“Uh…well, uh…I was dreaming that I was flirting with this guy I used to make out with in college. In his kitchen.”
“You used to make out with this guy in his kitchen? That explains some things.”
“No! We were flirting in his kitchen. While he was making me breakfast."
“But you were there, too. So was his thinner, hotter version-of-me-with-shorter-hair girlfriend.”
*I use the term “dated” loosely. He and I never actually went on a bona fide date. But he was the first boy I made out with at college. And over the 3+ years before I dropped out, we had an on-again, off-again “relationship” where we hung out a little and made out a lot. We kept in touch after I moved home and last e-mailed each other as recently as 2004. Wow, that was almost 7 years ago--not recent at all! I think about adding him as a friend on FB, but the insecure 18 year old me gets in the way every time.
**Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent alike.