Dream:

Background:

When I was 25, the man pictured left, let's call him "J.C." for like, say, JamesCurtis... Moved in with me. After a drunken me, on a late Friday night (as we were having sex in a very cooling of water shower), asked him to. I did not think he heard me, amid the "powerjet" force of the water.

My dream last night:

I am lying on my floor, on my bean bag chair, relaxing (but I am not "here" in my house - I am in a townhouse and it has LARGE bay windows, which I am sitting/lying in front of and skylights, which I had been gazing up at, "watching" the stars). When my doorbell rang.

I jump up to get it, and it's J.C. It is like I had NO reaction to him being at the door. But, in reality or "real time" right this moment? It has been like 20 years. No wait - 13. In my Dream? J.C. has not changed - AT ALL.

It was a disastrious breakup - I won't say more. But in my dream? All was peachy - as if NONE of the bitterness occurred - kindof like a stepping back in time? But I did not change as I stepped back in time? Or rather J.C. stayed the same - I was Today's Charlene. If that makes sense. Yeah - I am Today's Charlene and J.C. is Yesterday's version, in today. Got that? LOL

So I answered the door - and calmy/no reaction, invited him in and told him that I was watching - The Stars. And we both layed down on the floor/bean bag chair. Time went slow, ad the sky above darkened into a night sky.

We were talking and kissing, softly - Mainly I was curling around J.C. That had been my "Favorite" Thing to do WITH J.C.? To just lie beside him on a Lazy Sunday morning - And talk. We were doing that now.

Somehow, within the conversation I said that Yes, it would be fine for him to move in with me "Again." I said that if he did not like any of my decor, I could get "rid" of it, minus the dog/cat, that just happened to lumber in right then. Which was "correct" being my Dalmatian and my white kitty.

He stood up and walked around and moved a few of my bookshelves around, and that was the only "changes" he made. As he did so, I petted the Dalmatian.

Then he excused himself, to go outside and he started bringing "stuff" inside. I started giggling, saying, "You KNEW that I would say Yes. You had this all "Planned."

Instead of anger, I just giggled and kissed him on the cheek, as he wheeled in his 10speed bike. "I was always charmed easily by you, no worries - I love you. Always have, always will. This feels good, this time."

He turned and looked at me, "I did not know, I HOPED. That you'd say yes."

He continued the glanced and I smiled up at him, and kissed his lips, whispering, "It's all good."

He stated as he walked out the door, once more, "I have a red Ford Pickup now."

"Good."

He continued to bring in cardboard boxes and I watched, silently as I drank a large glass of wine, white.

And that is how the dream ended.

Wierd. I had not in my life, of late, thought of J.C. for like a year? We had communicated on email - he holding onto his anger/"hatred" of me? I was a slut/whore/crazy/nuts - Reinforced by his wife - blah. Whom I had never met, in this lifetime? Yet she "knew" that I was all that? I quickly labelled her as extremely STUPID socially - As every story, especially a failed romance - has 2 sides. Yet J.C.'s was gospel, mine was rotted garbage? HAH. J.C. told me, she was more of me, as she had 2 degrees (I failed at the attempt at one). Funny how he forgot it was BECAUSE of him - Me OR the degree? I chose him. STUPIDLY.

Why am I dreaming of him, returning at this time? Not sure. Don't know AT ALL.

Would love this dream INTERPRETED.

CharleneAnn