... And then I woke up

Had a dream Monday night about a person I wasn't expecting - or really wishing - to dream about. The dream also involved me moving into a groovy new apartment (clearly not in Laramie), only to realize I'd failed to give 30 days' notice to my Laramie landlord and would, therefore, be paying rent on two places for the next month - this brought about much panic.


As I was walking down the hall to this groovy new apartment, I ran into the person I wasn't expecting, and they waved or said hi or gave a greeting of some sort, which I managed to return with a vague sort of smile - something I'm not really sure I'd be able to do in real life. We passed, and they turned around and said something to the effect of "I knew you'd get around to cheering up eventually," as though they had personally done the cheering up.


Let me back up a bit: In the dream, I had been fabulously kissed by a fella (who looked unnervingly like Daniel Radcliffe - yikes!) just before I had this odd encounter in the hallway, and I turned to call after the person, "You weren't the one to cheer me up, so get off your high horse." And then I unlocked my door and went into my groovy new apartment.


I don't know whether this dream is siginificant or not. So many of my dreams are far to weird or creepy to allow me to seek the significant, but I wonder ... might I have matured enough over this span of time to be able to run into this person without immediately wanting to say something hurtful? I hope so - I hate feeling like I'm in junior high all over again - but I also hope that I don't have to find out. Not right now, at least.


Or perhaps it means I'll be properly kissed sometime soon. Who knows.