It’s midday in Manhattan and the rain is coming down in buckets. I am hunched under my umbrella, crossing a busy street. When I look up I see my X and his daughter hurrying away from behind a chain link fence. We run into each other at the corner. He is holding her hand while she stands at his side. When he sees me his emotions take hold. He isn’t able to hold back his tears. I embrace him. I hold him close. He tells me she has left him, penniless, without a car and he doesn’t know what to do. I say what I can to soothe him. I ask him why he hasn’t called. He’s says that he tried, but my phone was disconnected. He doesn’t seem to be able to stop crying. I look to his hand and see he is still wearing a wedding ring, it’s ornate, unusual, obviously one of a kind. My jealousy kicks in and I begin to ask myself why he is still wearing it. Why is it so wonderful compared to the one he wore when he married me? I tell him I have some place to be, but that I will call him as soon as I am finished. I tell him not to worry, everything will be okay!
I continue on my journey, attend my seminar and he is always in the back of my mind. I want to hurry through the day so I can get back to him. So when I am done I go to find him, but every time someone gives me directions they lead me to a dead end, until I meet one guy and he tells me that my X is in the basement with his mother. He directs me down a long hallway and tells me their apartment is at the bottom of the stairs. It’s Christmas. I approach the door, put my hand up to knock and stop myself instead. Thinking that he is inside working to reconcile with his wife. I don’t want to see his mother. I don’t want to put myself through that. So I ascend the stairs, walking up several floors to my own apartment. I walk through the door and head directly to the phone. I want to call him. When I turn around my first X is in the room and behind him sitting on the bed with his daughter is my second X. He and his daughter were there in my apartment on my bed the whole time.
When I awaken from this dream I feel like I was just with them and I wonder what it all means? I write it down in my journal, making a mental note that my dreams lately have been very vivid and real and that the guy who gave me the correct directions has appeared a couple of times before to show me things. Later that day my second X called me. I haven’t heard from him in months.
My dreams have always been like little stories and a long time ago my therapist told me to record them. I do and I don’t. I am working on being more consistent, but sometimes I just don’t feel like it.
So tell me have you ever had a dream that came true? Do you dream in color? Did you ever keep a journal with your dreams in it? I found a fun website that talks about dreams, the different types of dreams and has a dream dictionary. You can find it here if you want to know more.