Very rarely does a dream stick to me longer than the hour after waking. This one lingers. It was the guitarist of a rock band. And I was giddy in the dream (having a real time, school-girl era crush on the man, since their band was first popular when I was in college in the mid-nineties), and we were picking up from having been introduced for real last month. He was interested and I was interested, and the prospect was making me all giddy in a shivers-oh-my-god this-is-so-exciting-cool in a way I haven’t felt for a long time.
It was the cross-over between reality and the dreaming that makes the dream linger long after other dreams have returned to the ether. And let me not analyze this dream for I know exactly what it means.
