I’ve always been a dreamer. The dictionary defines a dreamer as “a person who dreams or is dreaming”. I guess that’s the question. Which one am I?
The strangest thing happened several months ago. I happened to see someone from across a room. There was no attraction. No kismet or longing; it was not that sort of thing. I just felt pulled. When we were in high school, we used to refer to this as “wondering”. I was just pulled to this person and wondered about them and their life for no particular reason.
That kind of thing happens to me often, probably because I identify myself as more of an observer of the world. People often identify me as a performer, making others happy and comforting others, which is true, but I always have one eye open, watching my surroundings and varied characters playing their part in my world view. I’m enchanted by people and find myself drawn to those with strong personalities as well as those humble, quieter types. I just like people.
So when I found myself wondering about this person, days later, I found it strange because I could not imagine our worlds colliding. Rolling through Facebook one day, I came upon a status update they had posted and realized, unbeknownst to me, that we were already friends on Facebook. Strange.
And then came the dreams about this person. At first they were just a passerby in my mind, playing an insignificant role in my musings, but after awhile, I would wake up fully aware of a very long conversation between the two of us in my dreamworld. These were not small conversations about peanut butter or movies, but lengthy conversations about meaningful things. In one particular dream my husband Alex even commented he was happy I had found such a good friend with whom I had so much in common, something I had longed for and mentioned in years past. I woke up a little sad to find this wasn’t true.
If I wasn’t such a believer in the spiritual and the mystical, then these dreams would not mean anything to me, but I am believer that dreams represent something in our hidden subconscious and have often had dreams about people, or wondered about people, who later become very close friends, but never on this level of their being a fixture of my dreamstate. And then I wonder, do I pull those people into my life as a result of some subconscious awareness or is it a coincidence. I’m not a big believer in coincidences.
I almost have a strange feeling that I have known this mystery person before, as if our friendship is long bonded. Strange? Maybe, but that’s the stuff that dreams are made of…
Maybe I’ll never know.