I had a dream that my ex walked into my bedroom completely naked, with a boner. I got up and went about my day and he followed me everywhere – naked, with a boner. And his girlfriend was trailing behind him with a smile plastered to her face. She was wearing a fancy dress. If someone referred to her, they called her “Swamp Hag Big Bangs.” I felt a mixture of pleasure and pity at the teasing. Really, the dream was quite awkward. My ex, naked, with a boner. His girlfriend, following along.
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A couple of weeks ago I said, “I love you” just before getting off the phone with my boyfriend. I didn’t mean to, really. Isn’t that a problem? Saying “I love you” should never be a mistake. As humans we tend to get into a routine. Some are good, some are bad, and some are neither. When I said “I love you” to him, I did mean that I do love him, but I said the words out of habit and routine, not because I was feeling especially affectionate towards him at that time. Of course the expression of love shouldn’t be limited to only when we’re happy. Love is not merely a feeling. Love is a verb, something that is actionable. When I do laundry and dishes and vacuum and take the dog out every morning, that’s part of love. That is me showing him that his environment is important to me. When I let him sleep longer than I really think necessary, that is me showing him that his mental and physical well being is important to me. When I drive him to work each morning and pick him up each evening (which adds an hour to my commute each way) because his car is a piece of crap, that is me showing him that I care about his financial stability. All of these things I do for my boyfriend are extensions of the love I feel for him.
And in one month I will be moving out. Why? Because his sister is coming back with her two kids and he needs to help her out for a few months while she gets on her feet. And because we can’t “work on our shit” while we live together. Those are his words. This is why I think I’m moving out: He needs time/space to figure his shit out. **sigh** While my friends around me continue to pop out babies and get married, I will move out. I’m not sure how long I should give him to figure said shit out. The only reason I’ve agreed to this cockamamie idea is because I love him and want to show him through this action that I support him and his need to do whatever it is he’s doing. But, there’s definitely going to have to be some sort of time limit. I can’t wait forever… And that thought makes me very sad…
For the past two weeks I have been in wedding-dreams overdrive. I have been looking at engagement rings, wedding dresses, wedding cakes, beautiful bouquets of flowers and searching for wedding venues, honeymoon discounts and reading wedding blogs, watching DIY vlogs, etc., etc., etc.
Reality? My boyfriend will probably never propose and IF he does, he will not do so for another five or more years.
While dealing with my heart’s desire and reality I have also been searching for new tattoo ideas. If I can’t get married, I’ll get tattooed, damn it!
I’ve also been dreaming of babies. Like, I have literally been dreaming of having a baby. That will probably come sooner than a wedding. 😉
One thing I always think about before I publish a post is who will be reading this blog. My boyfriend reads my blog, my best friend, and some other people. I generally post link to my blogs for my “close friends” on facebook. The thing is, I was planning on writing about something, and I thought, “will people judge me?” Why does that matter so much to me?!
In my diet blog I wrote about my bizzare night. I left out the dream I had because I don’t think the dream had anything to do with the HCG side effects. Maybe vivid dreams are a side effect though. Who knows. Doesn’t really matter. I have weird dreams all the time.
So, I dreamt that I **almost** had sex with a man that was not my boyfriend. I’m not sure what to make of that. Here’s a recap of the dream (it is odd):
D (I know this guy in “real life”) and I are trying to infiltrate some kind of religious center to get the scoop on their crazy ideals (I’m watching too much True Blood). We were imposing as supporters. For some reason we hopped on D’s bicycle and were heading to a different building. D had his shirt off and I was hanging on for dear life. I kissed his back. We get to the building and we were talking with various people (D had a shirt again). We were being really sneaky and got down to some of the lower levels. We were in this massively long hallway, which was desserted. We heard someone coming so we quickly made our way into a side room. D’s shirt was gone again. He made a comment (I don’t know what it was) and my heart stopped. I knew that he was going to kiss me and that if he did that that everything would continue to heat up and that eventually we’d be naked on the floor. I abruptly woke up.
I believe that dreams are just that – dreams. I don’t think that there are any “hidden meanings” behind the dreams. I do not actually want to have sex with D. There are many reasons for that. The biggest reason is that I love my boyfriend very much and do not feel drawn (sexually) to other guys. This dream kind of freaked me out though because I feel like I kinda cheated on my boyfriend even though I didn’t. I did wake up desperately wanting my boyfriend here so that we could get all tangled up in the sheets this morning… 🙂
I hope my boyfriend has a good day today. 5 weeks until he’s home! I’m so ready for him to be home…