dreams

I had a dream where I was in those beginning stages of a romance. What resonated about the dream was the feeling of anticipation. The growth of possibility. The burning of lust and giddiness. In the dream the girl, with whom I was infatuated with, reached out and grabbed my hand. I had that “I’m in” feeling. The whole dream centered around these beginning moments of wonder. Thinking about it makes my heart beat faster. In my dream a close friend reminded me that I was married. When I told the girl the look of disgust and disappointment crossed her face. “To a man?” she said with a look of betrayal. I was truthful though. “Thank you very much for this experience. I am sorry I led you on, it just felt really good to have my heart flutter and to suspend the wanting of a first kiss.” I woke up there after, my man beside me. I curled into him confused by how real it all felt.