Kissing House

Ever had a dream where you wake up after it and go "DAMN, so this is reality...I totally forgot about it...my dream was so much better!" Hmmm...reading that back it sounds a little dissociative...my brother who works in psychiatry would have a hay day. Holy crap I just said a hay day...I really am turning into my mom. Before you know it I'll be exclaiming "hokey pokey double jointed peanuts!" and "I didn't just fall off the turnip truck you know!"

Uhhh...what was I talking about? Oh yeah...I had one of these dreams last night. Or possibly this morning in between the time my alarm goes off and I hit snooze and wake up again cursing because I slept in.

It's funny how dreams can evoke emotions in you that you seldom or never feel in waking life. I've had a few of these dreams before, and I really mean only a few over my whole life, and it's usually involving some very strong feeling over a guy I've never met. This time it was, of all people, my future husband, House. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I watched House before falling asleep last night. Nope. Two completely unrelated events.

My dream was actually quite normal; a far throw from the usual "wtf"ness of my dreams.

So I think I was a patient of his, and he had previously made it known that he was interested in me, (why are you laughing? It could happen!!) at which point I had turned him down. But now he was leaning over my bed looking me in the eyes and was in the middle of saying something medical when I was overcome with this feeling of love and affection for him. I pulled him in and kissed him. And I gotta say...this kiss was extraordinary. It was perfect. It was passionate but not aggressive. Tender but not soft. And I cupped his face in my hands and he said something beautiful to me that I can't really remember. And I'm pretty sure that's when I woke up and realized I was late for work. @&$#!

I can't relay to you how disappointing it was to wake up from that dream. Don't get me wrong, I love reality and real life. But to take an emotion that you usually feel high on enough in real life and multiply it many times over in your dream is comparable to ecstasy.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's my lunch and I have a date. Just need to grab my pillow and blanket from underneath my desk and I'll be good to go.