I had a dream about you. Now I never met you in life but you’re
in my mind somehow and you were a figment of my imagination. In that dream we were
close together, we had a place together with stairs, big windows and white
counter tops in the kitchen with white walls around. It was early in the morning
and the sun was pouring in from the stair window.
For some odd unknown reason there were two kids sitting at
the kitchen island a boy and a girl waiting for something to eat. I was cutting
cucumbers on a wooden cutting block for them. Then you walked down the stairs in
yellow pajama bottoms. You said, "Good morning Sunshine". I smiled
and said back, “Good Morning" and about to say your name when that dream was cut short due to a friend that
wanted to say, "Hello".
But how would fate have it, five years later in life. I saw
you in the coffee shop on a Thursday afternoon at the corner table. You caught
me by off guard where I was left without a voice and the biggest grin. You were
at a table with the pen and paper and I assume you must be writing things down.
I took a glimpse at you when you weren't looking my way. I
just couldn't believe what is happening. I got lost in my head thinking about
the dream as clear as day, it was you. As I was waiting for my order, girls were
looking at you across the room and giggling about you as they were chatting.
But I am the girl going over in her head about a dream about
someone, I have never met and they are there in present time, almost in front
of me. My heart was beating too fast that thinking started to go out the window
when you walked by me to get back in the ordering line. The same haircut and
the same dark eyes, same walk. You wore a grey shirt, black pants and a black
leather jacket on the chair as you walked away.
My facial expression was too happy for a person getting a
coffee drink, if you only knew, what was happening. I am still trying to hold
myself together since I am in a public place. I wanted to laugh out loud and
cry out at the same time. I am just
getting lost in my own mind like a crazy person trying to connect dots about
something that was a dream. Then I noticed you looking at me from the ordering
line, I was dressed in messy paint jeans and a workout top. I must have looked
like a deer in headlights that couldn't decide to either go hide in a spot or
just stare back at you. Instead I looked down at my teal sneakers and tried not
to laugh but smiled and failed to do that nicely all together. So I took out my
phone out of my pocket and pretended to be involved in it, which also ended with
me looking at a blank screen while trying to hold down any emotion in.
Then the bar called my name with my order and I tried not to
fall over myself to get it. Still smiling when I finally got it, then I
realized, "What do I do now?" So I walked behind you in line and I
caught the scent of you and I smiled a little more because that same scent
lingered in my dream.
And out the door I went... When I walked out I stopped to
take a sip and turned my head around a little to see you staring after me again
like an unspoken connection as if you knew. I quickly turned back around,
starting to laugh uncontrollably as I was walking back to my car and repeating
saying, "That didn't just happen?”. As people were walking towards the shop,
I said, “What are the odds of that happening in life?"out loud than in my
own mind. Still happy as I can be from nothing but it all hit me like a
gust of wind when I pulled back into traffic on my way home I realized...
What I could have done but I didn't in the moment. I just
got lost in time lapse before I realized I could have said "Hello" at
least to you. I don't regret things in my life because I make my own choices
and sometimes life makes decisions for me. As I was hitting the steering wheel
little hard and wondering why I didn't at least attempt to. The real question is:
Was it a long dream to be in or is it our fate but either one of us took a
chance? I hope we run into each other again and I will take the chance because
you looked like happiness to me. I am smiling about someone who doesn't even
know me and I don't know your name again. When I got home and sat at my office I
just couldn't stop thinking, “How, Why?” The rest of the day, I smiled, laughed
and wrote about us.
