A dream of you...
Mar. 30th, 2005 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
singerinthedarkI had three dreams surrounding Matt last night. In one of them, I hadn't been able to go to C.'s wedding for a reason I couldn't remember, and I was walking to a Live Action Role-Playing game (LARP) to go play this character I've come up with. (The concept I came up with in my waking life, in honor of Matt.) I see Matt sitting on a blanket with a bunch of Pryanksters, Barnabas and Hazel being two of them. I walk over and pounce Matt, hugging him so very tight. He's taken aback (I rarely pounce him). I ask him where he's been in an upset voice, as I've missed him. He shrugs and I wake up.
It's hard getting up in the morning after a clear dream like that. I could really feel Matt. The third dream was equally as clear and Matt was so very tangeble... I won't write about the other two. One I already know the meaning of, and the other... well... is kind of inappropriate to put online, not because of the content (I'd say PG-13 in terms of content), but because of the background I would have to give.
*Sigh* Maybe one day I'll wake up to find that I've been dreaming for the last three weeks, and that Matt's still around. Maybe one day I'll wake up in a reality where he hasn't died, where he's still going to officially propose to me, and I get my happy ending. (My happy ending involves the two of us dying at the same time after spending a long time spoiling great-grandkids and racing in our wheelchairs.) Until then, I just keep moving forward.
It's hard getting up in the morning after a clear dream like that. I could really feel Matt. The third dream was equally as clear and Matt was so very tangeble... I won't write about the other two. One I already know the meaning of, and the other... well... is kind of inappropriate to put online, not because of the content (I'd say PG-13 in terms of content), but because of the background I would have to give.
*Sigh* Maybe one day I'll wake up to find that I've been dreaming for the last three weeks, and that Matt's still around. Maybe one day I'll wake up in a reality where he hasn't died, where he's still going to officially propose to me, and I get my happy ending. (My happy ending involves the two of us dying at the same time after spending a long time spoiling great-grandkids and racing in our wheelchairs.) Until then, I just keep moving forward.
