Last night, something unexpected happened. After spending the evening engrossed in a novel, I went to bed, my mind still swirling with the story’s emotions. But what happened next was something entirely my own — a dream so vivid, so real, and so full of warmth that it left me feeling comforted in ways I hadn’t realized I needed.
I dreamt I was married — happily married — to a man who was tall, handsome, and so kind. He wasn’t just a fleeting image; he felt real, as though he was someone I had always known. He had this comforting presence, and the way he cared about me made my heart feel full. I can still recall the warmth in his eyes, the way he smiled at me with such tenderness. He was a health freak too — always encouraging me to eat well, exercise, and take care of myself — but in the gentlest way possible, not forceful, just loving.
In the dream, I wasn’t just content. I was truly happy. The feeling of being loved and cherished was overwhelming in the best way, and I found myself feeling at peace in ways I hadn’t felt for a while. It wasn’t just the dream of being married or even who he was. It was the sense of security, the unspoken understanding between us, the way everything just felt… right.
As I woke up, a part of me was almost sad to leave that dream, but the feelings lingered. It felt like something I needed — something I didn’t even know I was missing. It was a glimpse into a kind of love that felt so comforting, so real, and so possible. Even though it was just a dream, the emotions it stirred within me were powerful and left me with a sense of calm and hope.
Maybe it’s a sign that deep down, this is what I’ve been yearning for — a love that feels genuine, nurturing, and strong. And while I don’t know when or how it will come to me in reality, that dream reminded me that it’s possible and that I am ready for it when it does.
For now, I’ll hold onto that dream, not as a wish but as a comforting reminder of what I want and, more importantly, what I deserve.
Until next time,
MB.
