2002-10-19 - 1:01 p.m.

Brush with DreamGirl

Last night I had this dream, where I went to a party, and met this gorgeous, intelligent, funny woman, and had one of the best conversations of my life. In the dream we started off just kind of chatting, and before I knew it, we were sitting really close and staring at each other intensely, and I was kind of drowning in her eyes, in the way that can only happen in a dream. It seemed to go on for hours, and we touched on every imaginable topic, and were in complete sync.

It was like falling in love. Completely and utterly and hopelessly.

In a dream.

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Then I woke up.

And I tried to hold her face in my mind. All I can really remember is that she had short, curly, brown hair, and blue eyes.

And as I woke up, I said to myself "No! Dammit, don't just be a dream."

Then I said "Maybe if I fall back asleep now, I can get back there."

I fell back asleep but I didn't find her again.

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I think I may have actually met DreamGirl. In a dream. Never figured that'd be the way it happened.

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Have you ever had a dream that when you woke from it, you wished with all your heart that the waking was the dream, and the dream was reality?