Hi! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂 If you don’t mind, I’d like to tell you about the nightmare I had last night. It won’t take long, I promise.
As many of you know, I’m getting married in June. However, that doesn’t seem to stop my imagination from dreaming about my one-and-only ex-boyfriend (my fiance is only the second boyfriend I’ve ever had (I’m 29)), R. I think it’s because I feel guilty about how we broke up: I broke up with him and didn’t give him much of a chance to change, though my thought at the time was what he really needed was time to grow up (he was only 23 or so). So every once in a while he appears in my dreams in some way, and last night he did just that.
Part of the honeymoon that my fiance and I are planning is spending a few days in Yosemite. So in my dream, I had broken up with my fiance, gotten back together with R, and R and I were going to Yosemite for a couple of days. A few other people who we knew were there too, but I think that was just incidental.
As we were walking towards the *restaurant* (for lack of a better word), I realized that he only came up to my waist. I could pet him like a dog, he was that short. In real life, R was about 1/2 inch taller than me. But in my dream, he was so short that I remember thinking, I don’t know if this is going to work.
I remember being very distressed that I would have to break his heart yet again over something so petty, but when someone is that short, it’s hard to look at them like they can protect you.
Obviously my dream was quite exaggerated, but I wondered if any of you out there in the blog world had dated/married someone shorter than you? Or, if you’re of the male persuasion, have you dated/married someone taller than you?
Thanks for listening! This is very theapeutic for me.