I don't often remember dreams, and I journal about them even less often (mostly because I can't imagine how anyone would want to read my blither about only half or a third of a dream), but I seem to have had a nice one last night from which I woke quite peacefully this morning about an hour before my alarm clock went (I promptly threw the cats out of the bedroom and went to sleep for another hour :-).
I don't recall most of the dream, but I had a nice GF in it. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous and it wasn't an X-rated dream or anything. But she was a really nice person, we were very fond of each other, and there was lots of hugging and just generally hanging out and enjoying being with each other. She was a good bit shorter than I and had a shock of snow-white hair. It was nice just being around someone who loved me in a quiet, relaxed, friendly way. Even if only in a dream.
I realise I'm pretty much screwed in the finding-a-GF department for the next little while, but a guy can dream. And apparently that's literally true.
I don't recall most of the dream, but I had a nice GF in it. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous and it wasn't an X-rated dream or anything. But she was a really nice person, we were very fond of each other, and there was lots of hugging and just generally hanging out and enjoying being with each other. She was a good bit shorter than I and had a shock of snow-white hair. It was nice just being around someone who loved me in a quiet, relaxed, friendly way. Even if only in a dream.
I realise I'm pretty much screwed in the finding-a-GF department for the next little while, but a guy can dream. And apparently that's literally true.