Dream Girl

I wish I could write the way I dreamed. I wish I could have a talent in the real world rather than have awesome, trippy dreams. The setting of the dream was the Renaissance or thereabouts. I lived in a city, possibily Italian, with my family who were noble and immortal. I think my family were the Addams family, and I was basically Wednesday Addams. Anyway, I was being persued by this guy from another family. He was handsome and all, but I just didn’t like him or his time travelling powers. Of course, my dreams often involve people with superpowers and abilities. I find him really arrogant, rude, and annoying. Goodness, it was a romantic comedy. He practically stalked me. I would love my nice, big house and he would be standing by the door trying to convince me to give him a chance. He came to dinner a couple of times; my father was ambivalent. I started to like him, and he showed me his abilities by having us time travel to LA 1990s; I was in a Clueless movie basically. I was punky and had a weird Louise Brooks hair cut. I was also not myself. He also took me to the Viking era very briefly. Back in the period piece, I became attached to my suitor. I told him he shouldn’t play with time because he kept saying how we could jump back and forth into the future and past without having to experience the in between. I thought it was risky for him to go into the past, and I begged him to stop. I had visions of him aging rapidly and dieing. We were superhuman, but we weren’t immune to death. He wouldn’t stop so I said we were done. As with all my dreams, there was random scenes of me trying to find the washroom and lots of stairs in the house. In the present day, I was my present age (I was a teenager in the Renaissance) and my parents were not around. My suitor and I ran into each other again, and he was much more humble and powerful this time. He also reminded me slightly of the arcangel Michael. His powers had improved, and I fell in love with him again. He also asked me to marry him for the second time. I trusted him and his powers, so I said yes. We were happy and I started talking about wedding invitations to people. I woke up looking at my hands for the ring.

A day full of informational exchanges as I researched for my human trafficking papers (disconcerting), saw Invisible Children (sad, funny, disgusting, well done) about the Ugandan children victims, and ran into Khalil and then his friend. We all talked; I decided to wait for a ride rather than take a bus. I went to the library. I can’t wait until my new computer because it’s so hard just to send an email these days.

This is rapidly becoming just a dream journal.

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