Dream

I’m sitting on the hard wood floor staring at the TV. He is sitting about a foot away and slightly behind me. We’re both into the TV. Mom and Katrina are in the kitchen talking. I realize that so far, what I’ve seen of their new house (or at least I think it’s new?) if exactly like my house, my Moms house. The furniture is different, an old arrangement we use to have in the living room. I have no idea why we’re sitting on the floor instead of on the sofa. The hard wood is warm from where I’ve been sitting on it. Carson does not seem to exist.

I absentmindedly began to ease drop on our mom’s conversations, and find myself wondering where William is (Katrinia’s son in real life. Her husband just died a few months back and he’s been having a really bad time). I think maybe the person with me is supposed to represent William. Right then the women actually bring up William, and I can’t tell what they’re saying, just that their talking about him, and I’m thinking what I coincidence it is when I look over at her/him (suddenly they seem slightly female, but not quite a girl). They were leaning back on their wrist watching the TV with me, but now their laying back on the hard wood looking at the ceiling. I notice their crying and that there’s a puddle forming below their right eye (on my side). I think for a second if I should wipe the tear away, and decided I should (my more male instincts taking over). I lean back and lay next to them, propping myself up on one elbow, looking at their face (they don’t seem to notice me yet). I reach out and wipe the tear away with my index and bird finger in one swoop, feeling the wetness on my fingertips. This tear is the most real part of the entire dream.

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I realize now looking back on this dream that I had last night, that I loved this person, even though I didn't even know their gender. They were perfect, and I could tell it just by being with them. Perfect for me that is. Beautiful.

Later on in the dream I go on back to where my mom and I are suppose to be sleeping for the night. I remember a lot about the room, but what I remember most is how all I wanted to do was put my bags down and leave so I could be with them again. They were just a few rooms away, but already I missed them dearly.

So I guess my brains thoughts behind this is the fact that I really am gender bind.

Over all, It was a seriously wonderful dream.

If only I'd found out if they loved me back.