Just a dream

Now this is more normal .... I'm upstairs in an apartment home [sorry, don't recognize it, it's not one I've really lived in] and my bedroom has a carved dark wood door. I'm at my computer and I've been trying to set up dates via the internet. After a couple of loser dates, I finally have two that seem promising. Only in my jumbled mind, I've set them both up for the same night. Bob arrives first, and is very understanding, shakes my hand and turns to leave. Then Arthur comes up the stairs. He is cute, with golden curly hair, and blue blue eyes, he's tall, and kind of shy. We grab car keys and head out the door. I recall hollering to someone close by that I'm leaving.

I toss him the keys and let him drive, and we head out. Its been raining, so the streets are wet. We're turning down an on-ramp to the freeway, and take the next off-ramp. And I'm telling him how to drive, to slow down, because this off-ramp is tricky when wet (it's a familiar off-ramp to me, 13th street exit off 101 -- which I took to work every day for 22 years!) [ok ok, so I shouldn't be backseat driving...]. We had a good time, so he brought me back home. We go back to my room and he stays the night. There was no sex, but curling up next to him was heavenly. [and in my notes in the middle of the night I wrote "Arthur. Old Fashioned." hmm]

While he was sleeping, I got up, went to the kitchen for a drink of water. Mom was there, cleaning, and asked how it went. She smiles, knowing he's upstairs in my room. I pass my Aunt, who is busy cleaning the bathroom. Next scene, I hear crying - Steve's baby [who is Steve you're asking? lol my ex, and why does he have a baby at 52? and worse, why is it here? ] Settle the baby with a teenaged girl.

When I return back to my room, Arthur is awake, and we fight. I'm not who I said I was, he tells me. And I tell him I think he's wrong, but it's his choice, he's missing out on a great gal. And rather than run, he should stick around and give it a try, see if it goes anywhere.

That's about where I wake up. And can feel myself smiling in the dark. And decide I'd better write this down, before I lose it. I remember thinking to myself it was such a good dream, I'm sure I"ll remember. But I'm finding just mere hours later, the sequences, and the details are escaping me. If we fought, why did I wake up smiling? There must have been more. I know that I got a real sense about this Arthur, that I already knew him before I met him. "We've met before, once upon a dream." -Cinderella [no worries, I won't break into song!]

The hardest part I have with interpreting my own dreams is whether its solving some problem, or wishing something was true. Like... is Arthur someone I already know? or have yet to meet? Was this premonition? or was I wishing that someone I already know is gonna be my Arthur?

"Sommmmme daaaaay my Prince will come"
ooops sorry, just slipped out!
But some day.....

HUGS to everyone!