February 28, 2008

• I woke up this morning from the most enjoyable dream.

  The feeling is still hanging with me.

  He had long hair and seemed the type to paint and write.  Suddenly he was in my arms and we were kissing so softly.  He told me he liked the taste of my lip gloss.  I told him I wasn't wearing any.
  
  Jason leaned over the counter and asked why I'd been running at the library.  I looked him right in the eyes, bewildered.  One doesn't run in a library.  I leaned over toward him and kissed him on the cheek and he smiled and told me he liked the smell of my lip gloss.  I told him I wasn't wearing any.
  
  He came to see me and brought something I had left behind in the library.  I ran around the counter and hugged him and he had my lip gloss.
  
  I swear I wasn't wearing any.

  I don't know who He was.  It was a young man my mind conjured up for me to love and feel loved by.  It worries me that this dream is a manifestation of my lack of satisfaction with the amount of time my male and I are spending together.  I have so much "alone" time, like right now at this computer, that I fear I'm starting to live in a dream world where nothing is real anymore.

  I fantasize and day dream and wonder and think and smile all day long all alone.  I guess it's not all bad.

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