But it was so real (Stephanie - 3/21/08)

Conversation I had with Rory last year about a dream I had:

Me: “What do you think it all means?”

Rory:    “Absolutely nothing.”

OK, so Rory wasn’t one to appreciate the mystical aspect of the dream world. I tried to convince him that I thought
they were a way to communicate with people who were not with us anymore, but he wasn’t having any of it. With that said, I wonder if he is responsible for the recent encounters I have had with him.

Thanks to Brian’s recent post, I was inspired to tell you I also have been seeing him lately during my slumber. The first time I saw him, my anxiety was high, and I remember having this desperate feeling to keep him in my sights at all costs – invite him to see some live music or for a milkshake, anything to keeping him from leaving. But he was not responding to my offers and simply stared at me, emotionless. I knew I had to let him go. He got into his boat (?) and left, and there was nothing I could do. The second and most recent meeting was very different; I thought I saw the back of his head at school, and I peered from behind the door asking myself if it was him. I recognized the clothes he was wearing as his, and I ventured up to him. He turned around, and it was Rory! I was so happy and shocked to see him there, but this time, I enjoyed the moment to the fullest. I paid no attention to the people who were passing beside me, and I followed him around, not wanting to miss a moment of his charming company. (Incidentally, he had some bad dental work done, and this is the part where my theory would crumble against Rory’s argument.) It’s so funny to think about how intense these feelings of panic and desperation, then  happiness and disbelief, all as I lay passed out, drooling on my pillow.

Whoever/whatever was responsible for that, I thank them for letting me look into Rory’s beautiful blue eyes again.