Dreams we have while we sleep mean something. And last night's events are a perfect example. I awoke at 4 something this morning with vivid recollections of the dream I was just having:
... I'm alone, in Central Park, wearing my current boyfriend's hoodie. For the first time in a long time, I'm comfortable being alone. I walk up to an outdoor cafe and sit at a table for two by mysef. I have two drinks -something with Bailey's-- and when the check comes I have to go to another table to borrow their pen. I choose a table of young men, and they are not very friendly. One of them watches me fill out the tip and total and makes a remark about how I'm not tipping enough, even though I'm tipping 20%. The guys leave, but I stay behind, just sitting and thinking in their booth for a bit. I look around and notice that someone has left behind a roll of blue painter's tape, the kind I use in my classroom. I think about taking it, but then decide that maybe it means something to someone and it'd be better for me to leave it. I walk away. I then realize I've left my hoodie at the table. I run back to the table and it's still there. I grab the hoodie and run off to explore Central Park...
Back to real life. I wake up with vivid recollections of this dream. I can't fall back asleep, so I decide to play on facebook. I see that one of my ex-boyfriends (and I only have two) has changed his relationship status. He's either single now or engaged now, I think to myself. Eager to find out which one it is, I click on his profile. My ex, who lives in New York City, had gotten engaged the night before. His profile picture? The two of them in Central Park.
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