goddessof1967
Sorry, I'm bombarding you with dreams, now that I'm dreaming again.
This sounds like a classic night out, get pi**ed and 'pick up' but weird that I dreamt it and I wonder the meaning.
I dreamt that I met a man in a cafe/bar/music venue place an a night out in the town I used to live in. The unusual thing was that he was at least 12 yrs older than me (making him 50ish), but it wasn't a predatory or sleazy thing at all. He was quite dishy actually - tall, slim, dark shoulder length messy hair, a bit of growth from so many hours of being out without a shave. We went home to my place which I shared with some other people and they were obviously home having a few drinks on the balcony on a balmy summer's night (though he was wearing a black high neck jumper/skivvy). We spent a fantastic night together, chatting, laughing and doing the do (and I recall that I wasn't bothered about my body at all though its far from perfect and usually I am), then had brunch at a lovely cafe the next morning. He ran into a pregnant friend of his who was out shopping so he decided to go with her. We said goodbye and parted ways. I remember feeling quite happy that we weren't going catch up again. More like a contentment and very happy that we had met and had one noght together. It was just a fleeting night that was great and that was it. I didn't feel bad about myself, or needy of him to call or anything.
I tend to think that this means more than what it was but I'm not sure what. Any ideas?
This sounds like a classic night out, get pi**ed and 'pick up' but weird that I dreamt it and I wonder the meaning.
I dreamt that I met a man in a cafe/bar/music venue place an a night out in the town I used to live in. The unusual thing was that he was at least 12 yrs older than me (making him 50ish), but it wasn't a predatory or sleazy thing at all. He was quite dishy actually - tall, slim, dark shoulder length messy hair, a bit of growth from so many hours of being out without a shave. We went home to my place which I shared with some other people and they were obviously home having a few drinks on the balcony on a balmy summer's night (though he was wearing a black high neck jumper/skivvy). We spent a fantastic night together, chatting, laughing and doing the do (and I recall that I wasn't bothered about my body at all though its far from perfect and usually I am), then had brunch at a lovely cafe the next morning. He ran into a pregnant friend of his who was out shopping so he decided to go with her. We said goodbye and parted ways. I remember feeling quite happy that we weren't going catch up again. More like a contentment and very happy that we had met and had one noght together. It was just a fleeting night that was great and that was it. I didn't feel bad about myself, or needy of him to call or anything.
I tend to think that this means more than what it was but I'm not sure what. Any ideas?