8 Rings and an Eyeball
Here for two dreams in separate instances (obviously, unless I’m some kind of a psychic who can have two dreams in one sleep, okay I know that’s possible but you get it).
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The urge to share the first one has not gone away even after a month, 44 days to be exact. I mean, it’s him again, and it’s just a dream but — he asked me to marry him what the fuck and he had about eight rings on his hand what the fuck and each ring was distinct from one another like I recall one with an emerald-ish gemstone and another one looked peach what the fuck. Like those fancy vintage rings I buy from this local shop when I’m awake l m a o. He said he couldn’t choose out of the eight. Like he didn’t want to limit my options and he knew/felt that I’d like all or something so it was up to me to choose which ring I’d wanna go for. I thought it was thoughtful, wins the extra mile award (and freaking generous l o l) because damn, that’s literally the opposite of him in real life. What’s even weirder is that she was also in the dream seemingly supportive like she even encouraged him to asked me [the question] while they remain to be in the commitment that they have, apparently. And him on the other hand was also there but I couldn’t get a grasp of his reaction, he’s just standing there, waiting for my next step. I probably woke up at this point already because I seemed to have never chose at all.
The second’s from last night where I was seated and having a meal at a long wooden table, with everyone else unrecognizable except for my college block/seat mate who was facilitating the activity. It seemed like the others were done and it was my turn — I said # 164, to which he responded with a verification that the number is valid or something and I just have to wait for a few seconds. Then a bald guy with a moustache comes from the other wooden table, looking excited and awkward combined as if his reaction depended on mine. I couldn’t explain how I felt but my mood wasn’t up to give an on the spot rejection, I mean it could’ve been better but it was so-so tolerable, thought I could give it a chance so I smiled and said “yeah” as a reply to the question if he’s familiar to me. The guy had a freaking face in the dream, but I literally don’t know him, can’t recall a person I met in real life with the same face l o l. He seemed relieved when I said that I’ve been seeing him around and I think we hanged out from that moment while my college block mate moved on to the person who was about to give the next number.
Gahd, dreams are so illogical l o l