Friday, April 4, 2008
Unidentified
I had a recurring dream when I was younger that I still remember very well. In them, I meet a woman that turns out to be an alien and we fall in love. The dreams were never sexual and the closest that we ever were physically was a kiss that always woke me up.
I’ve always believed that the dream held some deeper significance in my life that one day I’d be able to apply it to. It made me think that one day I’d meet a woman that was from far away and that we were destined to be together. This belief has affected a few relationships with different women, the first being Mandy, a girl from Ohio that I met around 1996 in a chat room and continued corresponding with for years afterwards. Then the alien represented a woman I was dating who was from a town that had a giant UFO as a tourist attraction. Then it was a woman from Saskatchewan, then it was a woman from BC, and then briefly I thought it was a woman from Nova Scotia.
I had the dream again last night.
There I was, walking down the trail by the river in my home town, when I saw a flash of light in the sky and a space ship descend from it, landing right in front of me. Through a cloud of hot grey steam, a hatch opened, and out she came, the beautiful woman that I knew vividly from memory, even though her appearance has changed over time.
Usually we would walk along the trail hand in hand as I explained the human emotion of love. We’d stop and she’d tell me that she wanted to know what love was, and I’d look deep into her foreign eyes and we would be in love forever. Then we’d hold each other close and kiss until I woke up, except this time –
– she didn’t stay. She got back in her ship and left. I stood there by the river speechless. The dream was wrong. Unfamiliar. Broken.
Maybe now, subconsciously, I understand that love isn’t guaranteed for anyone. There will be no deus ex machina for me to fall for, and to fall for me. I woke up this morning, not because of a kiss that I’d dreamed, and I never felt more alone. ¶ 10:37 AM
I’ve always believed that the dream held some deeper significance in my life that one day I’d be able to apply it to. It made me think that one day I’d meet a woman that was from far away and that we were destined to be together. This belief has affected a few relationships with different women, the first being Mandy, a girl from Ohio that I met around 1996 in a chat room and continued corresponding with for years afterwards. Then the alien represented a woman I was dating who was from a town that had a giant UFO as a tourist attraction. Then it was a woman from Saskatchewan, then it was a woman from BC, and then briefly I thought it was a woman from Nova Scotia.
I had the dream again last night.
There I was, walking down the trail by the river in my home town, when I saw a flash of light in the sky and a space ship descend from it, landing right in front of me. Through a cloud of hot grey steam, a hatch opened, and out she came, the beautiful woman that I knew vividly from memory, even though her appearance has changed over time.
Usually we would walk along the trail hand in hand as I explained the human emotion of love. We’d stop and she’d tell me that she wanted to know what love was, and I’d look deep into her foreign eyes and we would be in love forever. Then we’d hold each other close and kiss until I woke up, except this time –
– she didn’t stay. She got back in her ship and left. I stood there by the river speechless. The dream was wrong. Unfamiliar. Broken.
Maybe now, subconsciously, I understand that love isn’t guaranteed for anyone. There will be no deus ex machina for me to fall for, and to fall for me. I woke up this morning, not because of a kiss that I’d dreamed, and I never felt more alone. ¶ 10:37 AM
