Is my dream girl real?

This is an old post about a dream I had that I published and rewritten a few times over the years, and while I no longer believe it means anything, I still remember it because it was one of the rare (if not only) times when I was aware that I was dreaming (like Inception). And who knows, maybe someday life may surprise me here and the dream will come true.

So in this dream I met the girl who would become my wife. I was sitting in a Subway (or some kind of sandwich joint) when all of a sudden she just appeared, sitting across from me and holding my hand. I couldn’t see her face too clearly, but she was thin, had long blonde hair, and a beautiful smile. Because I was conscious of my dream state, I held on to her hand tightly and told her I didn’t want to go, because I knew when I woke up she would be gone.

Her smile was warm and comforting, and as she interlocked her hand into mine, she promised me that I would see her soon. And then she was gone.

Usually I dismiss most of my dreams as being sheer nonsense (including the dreams where I’m Spider-man), but because this one was so especially vivid the memory of it stuck around, even years later. I have to wonder… was she real? Did the girl of my dreams really have blonde hair and a gorgeous smile? Will I meet her in a Subway-like restaurant some day?

I do know one thing: whenever I see a sandwich joint like a Subway (or better yet, Jimmy John’s), I take a peak inside, just in case. And then order some roast beef to go.

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4 Responses to Is my dream girl real?

  1. Ashli December 18, 2013 at 6:59 PM #

    Jimmy John’s!

    • Frank Swift December 18, 2013 at 7:04 PM #

      Their sandwiches appear like magic, don’t they.

  2. Savannah February 10, 2014 at 7:48 PM #

    I haven’t given up on this blog post, you know?

    In fact, I do not even know if you remember me. I posted on the last one, and was one of the first people to. I was the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, short, with a wide smile. I am almost 21 now, and still check back on your blog posts as if hoping the man of my dreams would comment, looking for a girl like me.

    I have had dreams of a dark haired man with dark eyes, tall, broad shoulders, slim waist, not hugely muscular but fit, with the kindest smile.

    He still visits me in my dreams every once in a while, but not as frequently. I clearly remember what his apartment looks like, too, as I was there one time in a dream. White carpets, leather furniture, light walls, a desk, and light flooding in.

    So many dreams with him. All I can say is don’t give up. Even if we don’t meet our person in this life, perhaps we will meet them in another life?

    It makes me sad that I haven’t found him yet. It really does. But all I can do is hope.

    • Frank Swift February 10, 2014 at 8:01 PM #

      I’m glad you’re still keeping track! I hold on to the hope that the end of my story hasn’t been written yet, and if I can hold on to that hope at my age, I’m sure you can too.

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