It sort of takes place in the future. I am around 22 or 23 in the dream. I am sitting on a balcony in an apartment, enjoying the rainy view, when this guy comes up from behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, kisses my cheek, and asks me how my day went. He had an British accent but I am sure we were still in the States. I answer him with something witty (I don't remember much of what I said...only the things he said) and he laughs and tells me to freshen up for dinner. "I'm taking you someplace special."
So I clean up and we go to this restaurant and he proposes. I wake up before he answers.
Later that week, I had another dream of how I met the guy. I kept nearly walking into traffic whilst reading while I was walking and after the third time of nearly killing myself, I ram into this guy.
My book goes flying and his stuff goes everywhere too. I try to get up and accidentally bash my forehead off his nose while he was trying to get up. So I go down again. He helps me up and apologizes (even though it was my fault) and he asks me for my name. He then asks me out. I reply with "Are you insane? I just nearly broke your nose!"
He laughs, asks again, and I accept.
THOUGHTS?
Post edited at 9:04 am on Sep. 29, 2008 by Poeticpunker
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The future is only the past with the lights on.