TakingITGlobal - Panorama - Man of my Dreams

Published on: Apr 21, 2004

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Type: Short Stories

https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=3228

Ever have that dream where you finally meet ‘the one’? You spend this time with them, and the over whelming feeling of joy just comes over you. Every touch just soothes your whole body, making all your pain and misery disappear. And you just gaze into their eyes and think to yourself “I want to spend every moment possible with this person” and then realize that you don’t even know their name, but then think that it really doesn’t matter. This feeling that you have is so real, so awesome that you’re just not able to explain it. And the best part about it is that they feel the same. I think we’ve all gotten that, but then we realize it’s a dream as soon as we hear the ring of your alarm clock, yet again waking you up for another long day in the cruel world. It might take a second, but you realize that this ‘one’ doesn’t exist, and that thought just seems to ruin your day, but you still have to go on, and keep searching.

I’ve personally had a dream like that. I found my perfect guy; he was wearing casual clothes, baggy stuff. And his hair, the thing that I really noticed, blondish and it was just at his shoulders. I have never been too attracted to men with longer hair, but this time, it was different. We were just walking down my street, and I was playing with his hair, and he was quite taller then me, so I never got a clear view of his face. But at that point, it just didn’t seem to matter. At that point in my life, relationships were a non-existent thing. It just didn’t seem that there was a guy out there for me, who I could relate too. So this dream was the get away that I needed, gave me that happiness that I could only dream of, which is pretty literal in this story. It was just moments until I woke up. Realizing it was all a dream, but soon enough went back to sleep. and as it turns out, in the rest of my dreams, I was searching for this perfect guy, asking everyone, going everywhere, even having a conversation with a couple of cats. And not being successful. When I got up that morning, I was convinced that that was the last time that I was ever going to see him again.

Days passed, but it all seemed the same to me. And on Friday, there was a fair in my town, and I decided to go with my friend, hoping to see some friends and maybe get myself out of this rut that I seem to always get stuck in. Enjoying ourselves, we came to a conclusion that we would be enjoying ourselves more if we were inebriated. So walking to the local convenience store, we saw two friends of ours and stopped to chat. One of them being this guy who I thought was quite attractive for some time now. Have a slight crush on him awhile before, but he was the one that I never was really going to be able to get. Talking for a bit, we went down to a closer grocery store and getting some beverages there. Damien, one of the most original names I’ve heard in awhile. Suited him well, he was a little weird, but I guess it wouldn’t have been the same any other way. He started a conversation that night with me, and it was surprising how much I opened up, I’m really not like that, keeping to myself being a trait of mine. Talking to him made me feel a lot better.

Finally getting to the fair after drinking some liquids, I never thought I could have so much fun blowing money with my friend, and getting piggy back rides from him. And that was only half the night, going on with destruction, police encounters and long cold sits on the pavement. But ending it on a pull out couch all cuddled up. Kind of makes it all worth while.

Waking up next to him gave me this un-explainable feeling, kind of like the one in my dream. Running my fingers through his hair, purely heaven. I can’t even explain past that.
I felt like such a kid when I couldn’t stop talking about him, and blushing every time someone would bring him up, and then realizing that I never got his phone number. Funny when I think that I got it from his ex-girlfriend. Hearing his enthusiastic voice on the other end of the phone made me feel that much better about asking around for his number and feeling like a stalker. Spending more time with him, talking on the phone with him, and even just thinking about him, made me realize that fate still exists, and it works and that sometimes things just fall into place.

Every passing day I become someone that I never thought I could be, having everything I could ever want. I was doing well in school, having my good friends and having an awesome relationship with my parents. And then I noticed that Damien really looks like the guy in my dream; long hair, tall and a casual kind of look. I was sure that it was him, so sure of it. I was hit with so many emotions, that I just didn’t know how to take it, other than the fact that it had to be a sign. Sign or not, I’m with my perfect guy, happier than I ever thought I could be, realizing that life isn’t all that bad, and that we all get into that little rut, but never really realizing when we get pulled out of it, until we take time to look back and reflect.

Ever have that dream and you’re with the perfect one, the one that makes your heart sing and just gives you that warm feeling. I know I have, but I’m not dreaming anymore.

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by Lauren
Published on: Apr 21, 2004
Topic:
Type: Short Stories
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=3228


Ever have that dream where you finally meet ‘the one’? You spend this time with them, and the over whelming feeling of joy just comes over you. Every touch just soothes your whole body, making all your pain and misery disappear. And you just gaze into their eyes and think to yourself “I want to spend every moment possible with this person” and then realize that you don’t even know their name, but then think that it really doesn’t matter. This feeling that you have is so real, so awesome that you’re just not able to explain it. And the best part about it is that they feel the same. I think we’ve all gotten that, but then we realize it’s a dream as soon as we hear the ring of your alarm clock, yet again waking you up for another long day in the cruel world. It might take a second, but you realize that this ‘one’ doesn’t exist, and that thought just seems to ruin your day, but you still have to go on, and keep searching. I’ve personally had a dream like that. I found my perfect guy; he was wearing casual clothes, baggy stuff. And his hair, the thing that I really noticed, blondish and it was just at his shoulders. I have never been too attracted to men with longer hair, but this time, it was different. We were just walking down my street, and I was playing with his hair, and he was quite taller then me, so I never got a clear view of his face. But at that point, it just didn’t seem to matter. At that point in my life, relationships were a non-existent thing. It just didn’t seem that there was a guy out there for me, who I could relate too. So this dream was the get away that I needed, gave me that happiness that I could only dream of, which is pretty literal in this story. It was just moments until I woke up. Realizing it was all a dream, but soon enough went back to sleep. and as it turns out, in the rest of my dreams, I was searching for this perfect guy, asking everyone, going everywhere, even having a conversation with a couple of cats. And not being successful. When I got up that morning, I was convinced that that was the last time that I was ever going to see him again. Days passed, but it all seemed the same to me. And on Friday, there was a fair in my town, and I decided to go with my friend, hoping to see some friends and maybe get myself out of this rut that I seem to always get stuck in. Enjoying ourselves, we came to a conclusion that we would be enjoying ourselves more if we were inebriated. So walking to the local convenience store, we saw two friends of ours and stopped to chat. One of them being this guy who I thought was quite attractive for some time now. Have a slight crush on him awhile before, but he was the one that I never was really going to be able to get. Talking for a bit, we went down to a closer grocery store and getting some beverages there. Damien, one of the most original names I’ve heard in awhile. Suited him well, he was a little weird, but I guess it wouldn’t have been the same any other way. He started a conversation that night with me, and it was surprising how much I opened up, I’m really not like that, keeping to myself being a trait of mine. Talking to him made me feel a lot better. Finally getting to the fair after drinking some liquids, I never thought I could have so much fun blowing money with my friend, and getting piggy back rides from him. And that was only half the night, going on with destruction, police encounters and long cold sits on the pavement. But ending it on a pull out couch all cuddled up. Kind of makes it all worth while. Waking up next to him gave me this un-explainable feeling, kind of like the one in my dream. Running my fingers through his hair, purely heaven. I can’t even explain past that. I felt like such a kid when I couldn’t stop talking about him, and blushing every time someone would bring him up, and then realizing that I never got his phone number. Funny when I think that I got it from his ex-girlfriend. Hearing his enthusiastic voice on the other end of the phone made me feel that much better about asking around for his number and feeling like a stalker. Spending more time with him, talking on the phone with him, and even just thinking about him, made me realize that fate still exists, and it works and that sometimes things just fall into place. Every passing day I become someone that I never thought I could be, having everything I could ever want. I was doing well in school, having my good friends and having an awesome relationship with my parents. And then I noticed that Damien really looks like the guy in my dream; long hair, tall and a casual kind of look. I was sure that it was him, so sure of it. I was hit with so many emotions, that I just didn’t know how to take it, other than the fact that it had to be a sign. Sign or not, I’m with my perfect guy, happier than I ever thought I could be, realizing that life isn’t all that bad, and that we all get into that little rut, but never really realizing when we get pulled out of it, until we take time to look back and reflect. Ever have that dream and you’re with the perfect one, the one that makes your heart sing and just gives you that warm feeling. I know I have, but I’m not dreaming anymore. « return.