Post 75: 3/4 Mark

I'm very excited about this post. It marks the completion of 3/4 of what I set out to accomplish. I look forward to the 25 remaining posts I am going to complete to reach my goal of 100 posts in 100 days! Originally I considered breaking today into two posts, but as the  "master" writer that I am I am going to combine both of the things I need to say into one post. I got my first part done already, now I am going to talk about the dream I had last night.

I really like dreams; especially when I can remember them. Last night my dream encompassed an amusement park. I wasn't sure where I was but it was...a lake! We were driving to a lake and we went to the right side. Eventually we ran up against a fence to our right and met acquaintances. We spoke but nothing of importance. Then as we were leaving we got to an amusement park or another public space that people were walking. The next vivid part of the dream I remember is seeing two faces. One was the thin face of a man who had black facial hair running from the tip of his ear down around his mouth. Then I saw a friend named Brent. The very next thing I felt was a warming embrace. I saw Brent's face before this happened, and felt a guy wrap his arms around me. The PDA wasn't as off putting as I had anticipated. I felt like I belonged to him in the charming and not creepy way. Then he grabbed my hand and we walked out of the place. We met up with his friend and went into this alley where he lived. We were stopped by a law enforcement officer asking us about something we were hiding. We got through unscathed and went into his apartment room. Him and his friend allowed us to grab a granola bar. Then we were off.

We went walking down town. His hand was in mine, and I was smiling. Eventually we made it to a store with never ending shelves. Shampoo and conditioner adorned the shelves and he and I picked out some. Throughout the night it appeared we were running errands for him. I didn't mind. I was just happy to be with him.

I have no idea what this dream means, but it was incredible to participate in it. Do I wish that part of it was founded in truth of what the future holds? Absolutely. I don't know a girl who wouldn't want to feel the way I was feeling in the dream; yet I am not going to obsess or try to find a meaning in it. I'm going to hold onto the memory of the experience itself.