Today I am thankful for fictional dreams.
At least I hope they're fictional.
I'm an INFJ. As an INFJ, I have the weirdest habit of dreaming of lovers before I meet them.
It's always been this way.
I got my first marriage proposal at fourteen from a friend of mine who was five years older than I. My parents had just died and he knew I was going to move away. He didn't want to lose me.
I turned him down. He got so upset, he ran off to the military.
We were both hyper-religious. There was no funky business.
I never touched him because I never dreamt of him.
I dreamt of someone else who I met a couple of years later.
Now, if I know who I'm going to....well...you know, I don't really hold back.
Kinda makes me wonder if the few guys in my past thought I was a slut.
If I don't dream of you in advance, I won't touch you.
Weird, eh?
This is probably why I've been celibate for many years (more than seven now).
The guy I previously had disturbing dreams of.......
well....
let's just say....
if he and I were the last two people on the planet...
it would be curtains for the human race.
*****
I kinda like the new Bay Laurel tree.
I still put leaves under my pillow
but now I dream of someone else.
For the past five days,
I've dreamt of a guy I don't know.
I see the blue sedan he drives.
I know his full name as I saw it on his driver's license in a dream.
It's a common name. I literally know four guys with that exact name. One is a happily married former boss.
None of these guys look like the person in the dreams.
The dreams say he is born in October (what else is new for me....sigh....)
I meet him at a convention but don't know if it's an addiction counselor convention, a nerd convention, a hypnotist convention or a libertarian activist convention.
The dreams are far too detailed.
He's tall. He's blond. Wears his hair super short. He's a tad bit younger than me (usually I turn 'em down in they're five years younger than I am).
He works with computers. He likes button up shirts and wears a pen protector (yes, I like nerds....sue me).
He's not very good at woodworking (luckily, that's something I excel in).
He lives in an area that I avoid like the plague. Now, I'll probably continue to avoid it.
If this guy is real, it seems like a perfect match.
If not, at least I don't wake up creeped out anymore.
The nice thing is that the freaked out face I woke up with previously after dreaming of an ex gave me wrinkles around my mouth, nose and eyes.
The wrinkles are GONE!
Life is beautiful.
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For the most part it is beautiful.....
My boss keeps commenting about my hair.
I have curly red hair that reaches my mid-back. The older I get, the lighter my hair. I've learned to define the curls. I try to darken my hair too much with black dye. It takes too much time. I've gotta stop doing that.
I will not straighten my hair. It's a complete waste of time. I had a salon do that for me once when I gave my first speech in a political arena. It cost $60 to straighten my hair. The heat lightened the color and my hair was so long it touched my waist. I must've looked hot because I got so many requests to go out to dinner (but I was married and I wore a big white sapphire on my left hand....seriously???)
The moment I went outside, it started to rain and I had my curls back.
No - I'm not straightening my hair.
There are redheads who are trying to become a protected class due to the workplace discrimination. I don't know how I feel about that.
They site things like "Kick a Ginger Day" as a reason to get that protection.
That is celebrated November 20th.
Trust me, if you kick me you're gonna go to the hospital.
I may or may not send you flowers out of guilt.
Just sayin'
The same gene that gives us our hair, keeps us from aging. People say I look like I'm in my late thirties.
I'm 51.
It is awkward when young guys ask me out.
Maybe I should give up and become a cougar?
Maybe not.
I think I have to be wealthy to become a cougar.
Most of my money goes to charity so I'd have nothing to spoil a younger man with.
The truth hurts.
Getting back to my hair, I don't know how to take the criticism.
I have a lot of straight wigs but I'm the kind of person who would wear it, dance with it unsecured and have it fly off my head.
I'm not much of a fake person.
When I was a teen model, I wore press on fingernails and tried to show off my bass prowess to a cute guy.
The pink plastic talons flew off in his face.
I cannot fake beauty well.
Maybe I should wear a wig tomorrow to see what she says?
I have one of those Ariana Grande ponytail falls. I guess I could wear that.
Discrimination is probably why I started my own business in the first place.
Sigh -
If I meet a guy named Michael who is seven years younger than I at a convention, he's gonna get lucky.
If not -
well at least I'll keep my youthful glow and save money on wrinkle cream.
As always, I wish that your happy dreams come true.
And if you meet me and my hair is straight and reaches my behind, tug on my hair -
you'll wind up holding it!
Love ya,
S.
Edit 2.28.21
Well - this person actually exists and he wants to get to know me better. Thankfully, he lives too far away so I don't have to worry about it going too far.
Wow.....\
I don't have a good track record with people named Michael so I doubt much of anything will happen there.
The world is bizarre.