Day 30 - A dream

I do dream, and I make up the most incredible connections usually, weaving a tapestry of mind-blowing events and storylines and characters. I have wicked dreams at times, don't we all? I imagine all sorts of adventures with the most random people in the world. 

Salvador Dali
 Dream caused by the flight of a bumblebee

I've been talking to someone lately. 

I haven't dreamt a lot lately and before last night, I had never dreamt of them either.

Probably because before last night I still wasn't completely sure that they really existed. Yes, we've chatted online, yes, we've met once, in the most random place in the world, at a most inconvenient time. Yes, we've made plans to meet again. 

But before last night, when I finally heard that voice again, I still wasn't really convinced that this person was real and not just a figment of my imagination. So, since I wasn't completely sure they were real, I never dreamt. 

Until last night, when I did. 

Sweet, random, uninteresting, totally bland dream. 

No adventures, no surrealism. Just a plain ol' "I dreamt I went somewhere, don't know where it was, met someone, we did something, though I can't remember what and we talked somethings which I also forgot."

And today was a better day because of it.