…in my dreams.
Let me explain. Yesterday, I had this dream, that I was with a wonderful woman. She seemed to like all the things that I do, and had the most beautiful of smiles I have seen, and the most infectious laughter I have ever heard (both a big plus with me).
She was dressed very casually, not in any way to impress me or anyone. A grey dress, her hair tied loosely behind her head. She was neither petite, nor overweight. In fact, she was normal by my standards, and a bit voluptuous.
And she held my hands. I swear, even in my dreams, I could feel her touch. Soft, firm and confident grip. She talked to me like a friend, and we laughed and laughed and laughed. I like to roam around the city, and so did she. In fact, she didn’t need an invitation or anything. I said,‘Lets go’ and she said,‘ok’. As simple as that. A very friendly approach.
And the face. I almost forgot to mention the face. Not supermodel looks, could be the face in the crowd. Round face, brown skin, a sparkle in her eyes, a cute nose, full lips… and the smile…oh, the smile…
But alas, when she agreed to go with me, my dream ended. But even still, what a dream…
Why am I telling all this? Well, in all of my 29 years on this planet, I have never had a dream like this. Sure I have had dreams of females, but they have largely been known ot me, and they have never been nice to me, in my own dreams. And now, a woman I have never seen, or I don’t know if she exists, comes in my dream, and makes me feel like a king, without actually donig anything overt. I am just myself, and she is enjoying my company. It makes me wonder is she The Woman Of My Dreams™?
Mundane, thought I’d share.