I was a spinner and a winddancer. I cannot think of a better term to describe what I was in this dream. I would flip and spin at odd angles or seem as if I floated as I turned on the ground. People would come watch me in quiet peaceful crowds. No loud cheering just quiet amazement. I did this on land and in the water, as if I traveled that way and my goal was to calm people by my movements.

Two of us. That guy who keeps reappearing in my damn dreams.  The one who is extremely familiar, like a combination of very fun ones I knew or someone new. So hard to tell. (continue reading…)

For some reason this dream really intrigued me and I’m really not sure why. I usually have the strange ass adventure type dreams. This one was just a guy friend and I discussing things. Mostly fun things and other things but it was just a great time discussing shit. Oh yes, I believe drinking was involved of course.

Interesting.

His name was Connor. He apparently liked me, and not in the usual way with my ‘guys’. Apparently a more ‘normal’ way. It was actually nice… for a dream.