Do Dreams Mean Anything?

I had a weird dream last night. No, Ryan Gosling and Justin Timberlake were not in this one. Sadly, there weren’t any hot celebs at all.

Rocky and I started talking on the phone a couple weeks ago, and it’s been fun. We’re still taking things super slowly, which is perfect for right now, and haven’t even had our first date yet. That part is a little odd, but still good to be moving slowly. We were supposed to go out last week, but our schedules didn’t work. I should also say that he’s in the middle of training for a promotion he just got so he’s not in Atlanta very often.

In the dream, Rocky and I were in love. Aw. And his mom came to visit so I met her for the first time. Rocky (he would seriously dig this nickname!) had to work so his mom and I went to lunch together. She was kind of snobby. Like a yuppie mom from an 80s teen movie. I think she even wore a pastel sweater around her neck and a tennis skirt. Eventually, she confessed that I was too good for her son. She said he would only disappoint me and things wouldn’t work out. She liked me and didn’t want to see me get hurt.

I woke up before I had decided whether to throw lemonade into her lap or tattle to Rocky. Have you ever been warned away from someone?

Five or so years ago, I started dating some weirdo…I can’t even remember his name there have been so many. We went out a few times, had fun, he seemed nice. Until we were at a jazz club with a few of my friends, and he tried to finger me under the table! I even had jeans on so I really don’t know what he was doing. After he produced only a horrified reaction in me, I announced to my friends that I had to go to the bathroom and they had to go with me. I wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

We went to the bathroom to do what girls do in the ladies room – talk about boys. They were equally shocked, and we all had a good laugh. When we came out, we saw that he was sitting with two random girls. I marched over there and told him off in front of his new friends, calling him a pervert and warning the girls that they were too good for him. I probably sounded like a crazy person, but after disclosing that only moments ago he tried to finger me under the table, they were appropriately disgusted, and he sulked out of the bar. Guys can be such freaks.

I've been on the receiving end of a warning too. Once a friend told me a guy I was dating wasn’t ready for a relationship and had a lot of issues. I didn’t want to believe her because I really liked the guy and saw a lot of potential. And you always have to consider the source. But what have we learned in all our years of dating, ladies? That potential is not reality. It should come as no surprise that I should have heeded the warning after all.

So what do I make of this dream? Am I warning myself against him? Does my subconscious really not think Rocky is right for me? But I like what I know of him so far. Is it that I really just don’t want to be dating anyone? Maybe I’m not ready right now. Or maybe it’s just a meaningless dream?

This morning, all those crazy questions were swirling around in my brain, and then I realized what I like so much about this is that it’s chill. We’ve been talking for two months, and I’m not sure where it’s going if anywhere, but I'm enjoying the ride. It’s so easygoing. Usually if a guy is nervous, I get nervous or if he’s stressing about us, I stress about us, but this time around, I’m chill and he’s chill. And I’m not sure that’s symbiosis as much as we both just happen to be laidback about this.

So I pish-poshed that silly dream and fell back asleep thinking about Ryan Gosling! And a few hours later, I got a cute email from Rocky and decided his dream mom was just wrong. He’s a real sweetheart.