Random Can be Odd August 05, 2003 - 4:46 a.m.

Interesting dream this weekend. Very odd. Odd as in random... not flying monkeys odd. It was actually a completely normal, any day kind of event. It felt like a movie. Or, more accurately, a memory.

It started with a view through a camera. Someone trying to line up a shot. On the right side, you see a flight of tan coloured concrete steps on the side of a building. Very tall flight, maybe a hundred steps, with no railing or covering. One could easily fall off the side of the stairs and seriously hurt themselves. To the left of the staircase is a completely empty and vacant courtyard. No people, furniture, buildings, fountains, not even greenery.

On the very left of the image, you see that the courtyard fades into a lush, natural garden. In the background, you see lots of green and a distant city, freckled in white. The sky suggests that it's close to dusk. There's a girl sitting at the top of the steps, head turned to the left to overlook the courtyard, her hair slightly blowing in the wind, somehow suggesting that this location is at a higher altitude.

The shutter of the camera clicks, and this image is preserved forever on film.

The guy with the camera starts ascending the stairs to join the girl; who's me, by the way. They're going to sit and enjoy the view for awhile, maybe watch the sunset from this prime location. The guy is nervous but hides it well, as she doesn't pick up on this. They make idle chitchat as they're sitting there, the guy always looking up at her because he sat a few steps lower, leaning on her legs. Jokes. Tickles. Small kisses. At one point he's holding her (my) hand; silent, deep in thought.

He suddenly speaks up and asks in a knowing manner, "You know why it's this finger that wears the ring when people get married?", while caressing the ring finger.

"Actually, yeah. Something like people believed that's the only finger that has a main vein or artery or whatever running directly from it to the heart."

He sat in shock for a second, muttering a halfhearted 'yeah' in confirmation to her response. He had anticipated a completely different answer, allowing himself to give the explanation. At least, that's how he had worked it out in his mind.

After a second to regain his composure, he was nervous already and being thrown off guard like that didn't help, he looked her (still me, here) straight in the eyes and said, "You continue to amaze me day after day. Not only with your knowledge, but with your beauty, compassion, generosity, humour... " There's a pause while my only reaction is an aawww-you're-too-sweet blush, then he continues with, "I'd love to spend the rest of my life having you amaze me every day".

This is when he pulls a ring out of his pocket and says "Will you marry me?" or at least something equivalent. Actually, it was exactly that, only preceded with my name.

And this is when I gasp and stop breathing for a minute. My heart's pounding, my throat tightens as tears form in my eyes, and I'm having trouble finding words much less saying them. With a sudden convulsing intake of air, I'm able to force out "And have you amaze me everyday as well? Of course I'll marry you!" Totally puke-worthy, right?

And that's when we get it on, right there on the steps.

Heh. Just kidding.

Actually it's at this point, when we lean in for the I'm-so-happy-I-could-piss-myself hug and kiss, that I wake up.

Like I said, this felt so much more like a memory than a dream that I was half tempted to check my finger for a ring once I woke up. I knew there'd be no ring, but the warm fuzzies were still there. (That simply means happiness, you pervs.)

By the way, I have no idea who the guy was. It wasn't Chris. He was a faceless, shapeless silhouette who had vaguely hinted at features that were constantly in motion and changing as if he were a living canvas. Nor do I know where we were, but I'd love to find out because it was beautiful.

So what the fuck is this supposed to mean? I want to get married? I need more romance? And why was this dream so normal, unlike all my other whack job sleep encounters? I think that's what perplexes me the most. Also, a lot of this dream took place from a third person point of view, which means I could see myself. I've heard things that say if this occurs, then someone else is dreaming the same thing. If this is somehow accurate, then where's the guy that shared this dream with me? And did he see me as a faceless, shapeless silhouette too?

The only thing I can sort of figure out is the metaphor with the stairs. The guy has to go through the climbing of so many steps, both tangible and action related, to reach even the idea of proposal. Being a girl, I'm complex, so that in itself is a chore to deal with. Then taken into account my excess emotional baggage and that I'm slow when it comes to relationships, there's even more to handle. Guess you could say I'm old-fashioned. So I see the staircase as a symbol for time and work for the desired outcome. Effort. Or, you could consider the idea that he's placing me up high, like say, on a pedestal. So does that mean he held me in high regard? Or is that something that I desire? I guess every girl desires that though. Every guy too, for that matter. And there's nothing wrong with that, as long as it's a mutual exchange. Dole out exactly what you want received.

Any dream interpreters out there? Gimme some feedback here.

I do know one thing: "It was a good dream"*.

But it'd make an even better memory.

*Line from Man Without a Face.

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