So, I had this really odd dream and I'm wondering if its real and if God some how is trying to slip me subliminal messages. I just wish someone could help me out and tell me what they think and how I can make sense of this weird/crazy dream.Let me set the scene for you. I'm walking around the college campus looking for a date for my birthday and I can't find one. I first look in the gym because I just LOVE LOVE LOVE men with giant biceps and wonderful glutes. No such luck there, there weren't any men with such qualities.I saw alot of people mind you. but they were all either in need of slimming down or bulking up. I can remember thinking "how weird is that? Shouldn't this place be packed full of hunky men all the time?" So, next on my list was a man who can effectively express himself.
Now this is odd to me. I never thought I would be attracted to someone who can communicate. Most of the time in my dating relationships I notice how they suck as a provider and won't possibly be able to feed my addiction to chocolate, Martenellies sparkling cider and need to spend money on random people I meet. My reaction has always been to just go for men that satisfy my eyes. I would never stay very long in a relationship with them because I sub-conscientiously know that they just aren't good enough for me. At any-rate, I am attracted to men that communicate and never thought about it before because I'm shallow, and I digress from my dream.
My next area for looking as I said was the English dept. I'm running up the stairs to get there and I meet this small very quirky young man who projects an image or better said, an ora of a very old and wise grandpa. I speed up my pace to pass him and not engage in any conversation. he's short gosh! I can't stand short people talking to me. I just want to step on them for being unlucky not to be at my stature. But in trying to evade him I find my self pulled into his direction as if by some inability to walk in any other direction. it was the strangest thing. I just couldn't get friction under my feet to be able to move anywhere but in his direction. He told me that he knew who I was and what I was looking for. what scared me wasn't that he said it. but rather how he said it. his voice was of an old, very decrepit man. He back his story by telling me a few personal things about me that struck me to my very core and made me shutter inside. I almost felt violated as if I had no privacy at this point, I wondered if I had ever had privacy to begin with. He continued to tell me that what I was looking for was in the fine arts building. (I should have guessed.) His ears fluttered and he flew away. yeah literally flew. The wind generated from his ears almost knocked me on my bum.
As I stood in awe for a few more seconds I realized that he might know me really well but its my own decision and he can't decide for me. I have to make this decision on my own. I thought hard about all the qualities I really wanted to have in a man. what would make a good husband what would make a good friend, more importantly what would make a good lover. I might have lingered a little longer then I needed to on that part. I realized that what I need is a nerd. a science nerd not a computer nerd. they maybe rich but their idea of flirting would be messages of binary encoded messages. that's not sexy. or practical computer jokes. once again not sexy. or what pisses me off the most. As we make love someone screaming out my name in binary. Can you imagine? " 10100001101010101011110000010101010000000001!!" horrible. so science nerd for sure. ...... ahhhh I've lost all motivation to write this and I have to go continue on with my life now. long story short. the little guy found me in the science lab and told me to check out this guy in yellow, and then he handed the gorgeous man a seal of approval!!! Oh how happy I am now that I know this yellow man has the kids seal of approval. If I could just find out who he is!!!!! please help.
kiri!.
