thisiswhoweare

Another night, another dream of Her. She was leaving town soon, so I rushed to the airport to suprise her and say good bye. I'm running through the terminal (luckily the security is not as strict in the dreaming) and I see her sitting with 2 others at the gate. I run up and sit next to her, and she looks over, not really suprised to see me. She looks tense. She gets up (they all do) to board the plane, and she says it's good to see me, but she wants to spend time with "her husband", and nods towards a guy next to her (who looks exactly like Mitch Hedburg the comic) and that she wants to spend time talking to him right now. then she gives me an unexpected, and bizarre kiss. it was a quick peck on the lips, but just as our faces met, she thrust her tongue between my lips for a split second. I took it as it needed to look quick and innocent to the bystanders, but she wanted me to know that she wanted it to be more... wishful thinking. She gets on the jetway, and I slink off, crushed, heading back to my car. a minute later I was pulled from sleep by the ringing of my phone... and it was Her. We only talked for a few minutes, I was pretty groggy and not very cognizant of what I was saying ( DANGEROUS! ) but I did apologize for the mail I sent her last night. (See previous posts) She laughed it off (in that way she does) and told me not to worry about it. The fact that she doesn't tell me to stop, or discourage me in any way is what my addled brain takes as a green light. God, men are stupid! She said she'd call back later, I hope by then I'll have some clue what to say...