I actually HAD a dreamed first encounter with a man last night and absolutely wish it would come true (without all the weird dream stuff that tends to
happen)... but that's only because of a particular situation I'm in and what my brain decided to conjure up for me. I'll post it if you are
reaaaallllyyyy that interested.
 haha - actually - I'm going to post it anyway because it's partially ATSs fault I had it!! If you read it... well.... enjoy. hahaha (easy to
post because I actually already wrote it out this morning it was so vivid)
I kept waking up throughout the night, but the dream continued each time I fell asleep. The man in it changed faces… but the one thing that never
changed was his dark hair and blue eyes.
It started out with me going to the library to find a book. There were two men there, and as I was leaving the upstairs section of the library, they
stopped me to see if I was interested in a new loan on my car, which was another reason I was at the library. (I know… but it’s a dream, so go
with it) So, I stopped to speak with the men. Both of them were flirting with me – one with words, the other more subtly. The blonde man was
talking the most, and although I thought he was cute, I was much more interested in his quiet dark haired-blue eyed friend. The man talking to me
asked if we all wanted to go out together.
I woke up at this point…. And went straight back to sleep. The scene changes into the next day and the dark haired guy looks different, but it’s
the same guy.
The blonde guy is gone, and the brunette and I are now on a date alone. We decided to go to the mall for whatever reason, and he drove. There was a
new section that had just barely opened that day, and we decided to drive into it’s underground parking lot that was separate from the rest of the
mall. When we went inside, it was a bookstore. I picked up a book titled Ufology, and smiled up at the brunette. I was afraid he would think I was
stupid, but I wanted to find a guy I could be with who had similar views, that wouldn’t tease me or belittle me. So I held up the book and said
that I was interested in UFOs and the paranormal. He told me it was a subject he himself was very interested in too. We continued talking about the
subject a bit, then decided to go for lunch.
As we were sitting there, side by side, and holding hands…. I just had the overwhelming feeling like I knew him before, and had loved him before.
I was unconsciously gliding my fingertips on his hand and arm, like people sometimes do when they are just touching each other. I lifted his hand up
and kissed it without thinking. Then realized what I had done. My face flushed, and I looked up at him to apologize. He was just kind of staring at
me with a confused/shocked/intrigued/lust look on his face, and said it was ok. He said he had felt the same way, that we had known each other
before…and that he wanted to kiss me too, but wasn’t sure how I would react. So he did. His lips were soft and perfectly moist. His bottom lip
was just slightly bigger and he tasted like a real man. That’s the only way I can describe it. His scent and lips were overwhelmingly attractive
to me. It was a short kiss… but made me dizzy.
We continued eating, and I woke up again.
Change of scenery – only a few hours later – we are in a limo or cab…. Something we weren’t driving because we were in the back seat – but
it was nice, so I’m guessing limo. He was excitedly talking to me during our conversation… saying he was so happy to find me because he had been
looking for the perfect woman, and now he found me. We had everything in common – be it general topics, our paranormal stuff we figured out,
shooting guns, survival opinions, outlook on life….etc. We just had a lot in common. He was holding my hand with both of his, and I remember how
shaky he felt. He was very happy, and so was I.
Then- I woke up and fell back asleep again.
Again – change of scenery and time has fast forward a day or two.
We were at “my” house on a hill that overlooked the valley. It was a beautiful home with hardwood floors. The outside was white stucco with a
huge open balcony off the master bedroom upstairs. It was a very square house (In the dream it’s my house, but I’ve never seen it before in real
life). I had just finished giving him and his blonde friend a tour of the house, and we were now upstairs in the master bedroom standing inside the
huge glass doors, between the bedroom and the balcony, overlooking the city. He and I were taking in the view while his friend was looking at the
mahogany boudoir in my bedroom. (His friend was kind of annoying) As we were standing there, a large, strange looking airplane flew by, very low –
low enough we could see the top of it and the letters written on it’s cabin and wings. It was strange, but we could clearly see it was a plane with
English writing on it, so as odd as it was – assuming it was a military thing, we didn’t think too much of it… until the letters began
re-arranging themselves, and the plane started taking on a much more commercial appearance to it. It morphed. I started excitedly asking if they saw
what I saw. His friend ran over and all three of us watched it change. As I was saying I couldn’t believe what was happening, that there was
obviously a UFO flying over the city in plain site… it started turning. We all went silent, and it morphed back to it’s original state, and did a
complete 180-degree turn… and headed straight for us. At this point, we knew it was aware we saw it, and that wasn’t ok. We had about one minute
to hide. My boyfriend (the brunette and I were officially together now), grabbed my hand and decided the best place to hide would be the bed, under
the covers… all three of us… because if we didn’t move, it wouldn’t look like there were people in the smoothly made bed. I thought that was
ridiculous and wanted to hide UNDER the bed. He said they would likely check there first, but he wasn’t leaving me. We ran to an adjacent room,
and as I was trying to squeeze myself under, I realized the guys wouldn’t be able to get under with me as they were much broader and bigger. I
looked up and saw figures moving into some of the rooms down the hall, and sure enough they were looking under the beds. So I quickly got up, and we
snuck back into the master bedroom and all three climbed into the bed. Realizing we didn’t look as smooth as he thought we did, we decided the plan
wouldn’t work, and ran out onto the balcony before the figures reached us.
Flash forward (as dreams do), and we were running through the streets of the city.
And then I woke up for good. I had tried to fall asleep again. But it didn’t work since my neighbors have a screaming child in the room next to me,
and the people below me have a barking dog. Go figure. I never did know his name. It changed. I think it went from Derek to Andy to Jeff… I
don’t really remember exactly. I definitely had strong feelings for him, and wanted to make sure I didn’t fall for him too hard too fast. I felt
like I was falling in love. And that scared me, but excited me at the same time since it seemed like he felt the same way.
So, yeah – there is the dream I had all night long.
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