In observation of the 14th of February: a dream about Valentine's Day...from January 22.
I'm laying on a mattress that's on a stage in an auditorium where a spotlight in the distance is paying no mind to the mattress on one end of the stage or to the other two people who are on it with me. I know that Zoe is there too, but in the dark, I can't see her, and she doesn't say anything throughout the entire dream. A man in the distance is announcing the next bachelor up for auction, and it suddenly hits me, that I, or Zoe and I both, have purchased this bachelor, a.k.a., the third person on this mattress.
We aren't allowed to see the man until the next morning, after having slept next to him, but before sleeping, he kisses our foreheads and whispers his "Happy Valentine's Days" in our ears. Then he gives each of us a book of poetry by Edith Wharton.
In the morning I am slightly disappointed to see that this Mr. All-American seemed to have shown up to this bachelor auction on his yacht...
1 comment:
Ooooh. I like sharing a mysterious dream Valentine with you.
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