Dreaming of a Lost Love

My usual daily time I wake up in the morning is 3:30 AM so that I have time to walk my dog, pack my lunch and take a shower before I have to go to work at 5 am. This morning I was able to sleep in (after waking up at 430 to walk my dog) until 8, and on my days off I usually go to my favorite breakfast spot for $9.99 steak and eggs, biscuits and gravy, and coffee and sit at my usual table in the corner. I love the restaurant, it’s a great deal, but even more than that I love the pure routine and repitition of starting my weekend the same way.

This morning, due to sleeping in, I had a dream of reuniting with a Lost Love, a person I first met and fell in love with over 13 years ago, in 2008, when I was 21 years old and studying as a student at New Mexico Tech.

The Dream

In my dream was a group of my friends and classmates from this time in my life, and we were all gathering to watch some type of musical performance, but it was held in a parking garage-like structure, and groups of 3 or 4 people had their own balcony seating area which were elevated and open on three sides in order to see the show and climb up a ladder on one side which was the only way to access the balcony. As I am afraid of heights, it caused extreme anxiety, particularly because the way that I was sitting was leaning against a wall, over the area with the ladder, with my feet against the platform.

During the dream was the person for whom my heart has ached for the better part of a decade and a half, the person whom I have always sought recognition and validation from: my first true love. Somehow she ended up on 'my' balcony with a small group of her friends, or maybe it was her balcony and I was just on it, and she gave me a hug, and the feeling was the most powerful, warm and accepting feeling that I have ever felt, a completion and fulfillment of everything my heart has ached for for 14 years.

After the embrace on the balcony, we ended up at the ground floor of the parking garage/concert venue, and with a crowd of all my former classmates, friends and family who had gathered to watch the show, hand in hand we walked into the open “arena" (where the show was to be held) to everyone’s shock and amazement, and the balconies all became guilded with gold fabric draped from the highest balconies.

Fulfillment and warmth filled my soul with a sense of accomplishment.

That’s one dream that I hope comes true.