"And so I’m sailing through the sea…"

I wish.

Strange dream last night.
It was one of those dreams in which I was also a third, omniscient party.
Within the dream, I was watching myself hang out with a bunch of friends. I can’t tell you who they were, or where we were, or the occasion, but we parted ways in the early morning, around 3 or 4 a.m.
I went home with one of the guys. It turns out he was actually a new guy I was dating, and this would be the first night I’d stay at his house.
So, after changing into our PJs, we stayed in the living room to watch that wonderful late night TV. Unfortunately, all of his family decided to get home just 10 minutes after we had finally settled in.
Now, I normally feel exceptionally nervous when meeting a significant other’s family for the first time, but there was something very different about this guy’s family. First off, there were so many of them: the parents, two younger brothers, and two sisters at about high school age.
I wasn’t sure if his family was aware that I’d be there that night, an uncertainty which should have made me even more wary, but they turned out to be very warm and inviting. The youngest brother was maybe 5 or 6 years old, and he and I hit it off so well that he started texting me even though I was sitting right in front of him. (Yes, the kid had a cell phone. I guess this family was fairly well off.)
We ended up spending the rest of that early morning just laughing and chatting. It was extremely comfortable, and very reassuring.
I fell in love with that family.
I’ve actually had several dreams about marriage lately. A few nights ago, I dreamt that David and I had married, but he was killed only a year into our marriage.
I hope these dreams stop. Marriage isn’t exactly something I plan on prioritizing any time soon.

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