Cardiac real estate
Throughout my life, when things were at their most-stressful, I would dream of the guy I dated/BFF from high school. I always took his presence in my dreams to mean that everything would turn out OK.
And somehow, it always did.
I haven’t dreamed of him in some time. Whether that means I wasn’t too stressed or else everything isn’t going to turn out OK, I don’t want to know. 😉
But last night I dreamed of the one I always think of as the one who got away. I used to call him the love of my life. The one I haven’t seen since just before the towers fell and the world changed.
I hesitated a second before referring to him as the love of my life. For a few reasons. Not the least of which is that he’s there and I’m here. But I also paused for a moment to consider Those Who Have Come Since.
I’m sure there’s a pun in there, but I’m going to be serious for a change today. 🙂
In any event, I don’t know how to categorize people other than those who have become Part of My Story. Even if I didn’t “love them” love them, they occupy cardiac real estate.
I’m going to divert for a second and admit that I consulted my psychic oracle — i.e., Mom — who kindly does not inflict her vibes on me when I’m going through things that I need to figure out for myself.
Anyway, she said of He Who Has Come Recently (ahem), “You know he wasn’t 100% honest, right?”
And naturally I said “Damn it woman, butt out of my business!”
You know, like any 40-year-old teenager would.
I wasn’t mad because of the buttinskis. I was shaken because some stuff that never quite added up, stuff I decided I was better off NOT adding up, must have been apparent to her spirit guides too.
In any event, there are things my own guides have told me that, again, I decided weren’t important enough to call people out on.
Because, in the grand scheme of things, I did everything for a chance at love.
Like I said, it’s Part of My Story. I had to try. I will never regret that.
And I’m willing to let it go. Not the good, but the “not quite right but that which does not directly concern me anyway.”
I got a great friend out of the deal. And the chance to find the next Part of My Story.
In any event, we all know how we feel when we “discover” things that could scar us if we let them, right?
So yeah, I was feeling that way this weekend.
And that’s where the dream came in.
I saw the guy I don’t think much about anymore. He was wearing a Hard Rock Hotel shirt from Orlando. Which is funny because I JUST BOUGHT a shirt from there. I remember seeing “his” shirt there.
He came over to me and gathered me into his arms. And he held me until I fell asleep in the dream. And when I awakened in the dream, he was still holding me.
My dream self thanked him for getting me through the night, and for caring about me.
My real self awakened next. I don’t know what it all means. I don’t even care. I’m just grateful that perhaps I have a new signpost that everything will turn out OK.
After all, when I get those signs, everything really does turn out OK.