A few nights ago, I had a dream. It sort of caught me off guard. It wasn’t a nightmare or anything. It was just strange. Starring in this dream of mine was a guy that I spent some time with in my early college years. He was a pretty interesting guy. If I remember correctly, he was the inspiration behind a poem that I wrote a while back.
Here’s the back story……
This was probably fall of 2008. I had recently injured myself and pulled ligaments in my right ankle. This was especially a pain, because this meant that I couldn’t drive. I was told to wear a boot for about six weeks. The day before I was to have this boot removed, I ran into him, not literally….. Anyways, we were both standing outside waiting for our rides after class dismissed. We were both taking a night class. I think it ended around 8:30pm. I noticed that he was very attractive. He was extremely taller than me also, but that doesn’t take much effort (I’m 5’1). We had the typical, “I’ve never seen you before, what class are you taking” conversation. His ride arrived before mine did and he left. This was the first encounter that I had with him. The next morning, I had an English class and guess who was sitting in the front row….. Give up? It was him. Have you ever been in a class where only person answers every question? Well he happened to be that person. I was impressed. He was very well spoken and obviously knew his stuff. I later learned that he was an English major (
that would explain it). That was the second encounter. The third encounter, included him bumping into me on the sidewalk. Third times a charm. 🙂
We started to converse on occasion. We exchanged numbers and email addresses. He would miss class and we would instant message each other discussing everything but the class that we shared. We realized that we had a lot in common. He was also a poet. That helped him to receive a few extra cool points with me. 🙂 He was a few years older and he had a daughter, whom he cared for dearly…. More cool points. To make a long story short, once the class ended, so did our correspondence.
That was the last time that I spoke to or saw him. So you can see how I was surprised when he made a guest appearance in my dream. I was in a library and noticed that someone was having a book signing. I walk around the corner to find out who it was. Low and behold, it’s Mr. English Major. We speak and he tells me about the book that he had recently published. He looked almost exactly the same. I have absolutely no clue why I had that dream. But it would be nice to know what he is up to now. His daughter would have to be around seven now. Maybe he’ll read this and contact me, if not it was just for you all’s entertainment anyway….
P.S. I think “Fifty Shades of Grey” is rubbing off on me…. I never say laters…. LOL