July 23, 2013

• When I woke up~

  Early when I had arrived at Greed's future place of work, I had this cool, but bizarre dream. Not so very odd for me, since I tend to have very fantastical (in the fantasy sense) dreams regularly. And since I had been in high school, I use to record all of my dreams whenever I woke up. Since dating Greed regularly, I had been sleeping better and staying in bed to talk with him later, and also haven't felt the need to write down my stories. And when I do have them, I don't tend to make them very note worthy.

  He was packing up and in a rush to go to his first day at the office. It was not first day of work, but i figured he'd want to make a good impression. So at 7 AM in the morning, he was dressing to get ready. Not wanting to lose the dream, I started to type it out on a memopad app on my cell phone. Loud clicking, I tell you. And he, very curious as to what I was doing asked.

  "I'm typing out a dream I had before I forget it. Because I know if I go to sleep again, I'll forget it when I wake up." Lazily, I didn't rise from my spot on the bed, but felt oddly compelled to say: "I it was a cool dream."

  "Really?" He asked.

  I said yep, and then rolled over to let him get ready and go. I didn't want to keep him, and honestly, when I was dating Pride he was never interested in hearing what my dreams were about.

  Greed continued to get dressed then chuckled, "Well. Is that all or were you going to tell me what happened in your dream?"

  I'm not sure if anyone had ever asked me directly to tell them about my dreams. I was a little surprised, I was then a little concerned because it was a long dream and it would take a long time to explain it. Still, he said he was interested and so I started telling him.

  The dream itself is recorded in my dream diary. I may put a part of it here at the end of this entry. But that's not the important part of the memory-- what was important was how he reacted. First as he was shaving, watching me even though I wasn't moving. Then as he was putting on his shoes on the chair by the bed. Then leaning into me like I was guiding him through a maze.

  And despite being in a rush to get to work, there he sat attentively till I finished the story (with an incredibly anticlimactic: And we were invisible in the garden of these two brothers).

  I think about it now, and I am thankful that my SO is so interested in listening to me. He shows me he cares in so many ways that I don't even have to ask him.

   

  Hmm....

   

  Now I'm gushing.

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