Woman of my dreams
Today i met the woman of my dreams. She said her name was Cedilia. She was a beautiful blonde with bluish eyes, prolly about 5'6 ish with a great smile. She had a pretty defined accent when she spoke her name, but not when she talked, it might have been Russian (which would tend to make sense for me to fantasize about) but I really can't be sure. She told me we had English together (which makes no sense to me right now) and she likes skiing and she drinks beer. That was all I got because, of course, I woke up soon afterward. It's a good thing I keep a dream journal near my bed because I was able to write down the details before I forgot them.
I guess like my brother says, "well if you see her on the street, be sure and stop her".
once again dreams beg the question, are they real in some way? do they provide a gateway into the future? or is it just your mind getting a chance to fuck with you because it's the one time your helpless and it calls the shots.
Today i met the woman of my dreams. She said her name was Cedilia. She was a beautiful blonde with bluish eyes, prolly about 5'6 ish with a great smile. She had a pretty defined accent when she spoke her name, but not when she talked, it might have been Russian (which would tend to make sense for me to fantasize about) but I really can't be sure. She told me we had English together (which makes no sense to me right now) and she likes skiing and she drinks beer. That was all I got because, of course, I woke up soon afterward. It's a good thing I keep a dream journal near my bed because I was able to write down the details before I forgot them.
I guess like my brother says, "well if you see her on the street, be sure and stop her".
once again dreams beg the question, are they real in some way? do they provide a gateway into the future? or is it just your mind getting a chance to fuck with you because it's the one time your helpless and it calls the shots.