I’m outside of a tall building and know I belong there.
When I walk in, it’s lunchtime and all of the dwellers are walking into the eating area. I’m greeted by a friend, an old dear friend, a friend whom I’ll name Kirk.

He enters my dreams when I’m feeling uncertain in my relationship or when I wonder how he’s been.

When he greets me, we hug and engage in friendly conversation.
At first, I only know it’s him from his energy everything out of focus, almost as if I’m in fog. Once we talk for a while his face comes into focus and I feel… calm yet joyous at the same time. The same way I always feel around him. The mood and building suddenly changes and I’m thrust into what looks like a house/office garden and Kirk utters the words “you promised me a 4 piece nugget meal.” and I remembered this as if I actually told him I’d buy him his lunch. He hugs me once more and walks away. I watch him as he fades into the fog again. My heart fills with joy and I awake from slumber saddened that it was not reality.

I roll over and enter Dream Land once more. Quicker this time.
I’m in an odd house. It seems that every room connects to another and leads you in a circle. I think I’m trapped, only to stumble across the children of the house. Their personalities resemble those of Wednesday and Pugsly Adams. They’re dark, gloomy, wicked, and dangerous, yet sweet and still just children. We play. A few moments later I’m greeted by the parents who, you guessed it, resemble Gomez and Morticia. My previous dream melts into this new one and I beg them to take me to a McDonalds. We search and search but never find one. I thank them for their help and walk away from their old black car into a neighborhood that is so wide open it looks like it’s still being developed.

I trip over a pole on the sidewalk and a gorgeous little girl pops out of a work van parked in front of a house. She speaks to me as if she knows me. We have a sweet conversation and she offers me a cute friendship bracelet made of string. It had beads on it with a saying but I can not remember what it read. As she’s tieing it on to my wrist a man steps out of the house. He’s awestruck by me, and I can feel myself blushing. My face feels hot. He’s not someone I remember from real life but I saw his face. His whole body to be exact. He was tall and very handsome. Like a mix of Kevin Costner, Jeff Bridges, and Christian Slater. All in their younger years of course. He was dressed in construction or painter’s type of clothing. Medium length, luscious golden brown hair, and the most beautiful, caring eyes.

He offers a ride to my destination and I shily accept. We speak on many topics and with every new one his hand gets closer and closer to mine. First starting on the side of the steering wheel, then the a/c vent, the radio volume, a new station, then finally he grabs my hand. I blush more as if I’m a middle-school girl again. Then as quick as his palm met mine, I felt it. The warmth and soft to the touch. I woke with my hand, palm facing up, fingers bent, holding a phantom hand, and I lay there awake now not ready to start my day.

I wanted to go back to my dreamland. A place where the odd and unusual happen. A place where I live a second life no one knows about. The foggy land that I awake from every morning and miss.