I rarely dream. Maybe because I rarely get into a deep sleep, or so I thought. Or my mind has nothing new, interesting or profound to process on that particular day. Perhaps I should read up on the mechanisms of dreams and anything along those lines to understand it better.
A few nights ago, I had one of those precious moments of dreaming in my sleep which left a flutter in my heart. It has been a while since I felt this jittery. The kind of feeling where the world feels so nice and that you are walking on the clouds sort of thing. The best thing is the memory of the dream did not fade away and I could still remember a huge chunk of it even after I woke up. In fact, the impact was so strong that I long to meet this notable character again in my sleep.
In dreamland, I am single. The vibe just seems like it in there and I was assuming the role as a university student. I live alone in a rented dilapidated room which I managed to redecorate under a budget to make it look like a really nice place to stay with my fairy lights, feathery rugs , comfortable bed sheets and cute home living accessories. I was apparently a loner with no close friends until this man, also from uni stepped into my life.
He was tall and his face had very pointy features. He had keen eyes, a sharp nose, a small band of thin moustache over his lips and stood out handsomely with a nice build. He was not hugely muscular but he had that athletic aura and shape underneath his long sleeve shirt. The chest was full if you get what I mean. His hair was short but not army-like. It was at a nice length just above his nape of the neck. He had fair skin, a warm smile, a deep voice and strong looking hands with the veins sticking out. And if anybody is curious, no, he doesn’t look like Yeo Jingoo in Hotel de Luna. It is not the after-effect of the drama.
I couldn’t remember our exact conversation but it led to him saying, ” I really like you, I want to know you better”and spend all my hours with you. Time passed in dreamland and suddenly we were very close. Something like Teman Tapi Mesra (TTM). He helped me fix stuff in my room, painted the walls etc. From what I gather, we were never s3xually involved, not even exchanging hugs or him stealing a kiss but he was there most of the time. And I felt safe with him. He accompanied me while I study, he got me food and cute stuff, he walks me back to my place, he listens to my woes but what got me fascinated with him in dreamland was the way he looked at me. I felt admired, loved (sayang) and cared for.
Of course in reality I get all these attention and comfort from my dear husband too. Minus the jitters because you have gotten so accustomed to each other. It was only later when I woke up I felt a bit guilty for feeling so overjoyed with how my Dream Man treated me. I was his queen. It almost felt like I was having an affair with a 3rd party.
I tried to find him again in my dream having forced myself going back to sleep again but he didn’t resurfaced. Maybe in another dream episode one day.