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I haven’t been writing my dreams down lately as much as I had in the past, mostly because they’ve rarely made enough sense to me to even worry about trying to remember.

The night after Patrick and I broke up, months ago, I remember clearly having mentioned to Matthew that I’d recently dreamed about this particular interstate exit that we drove past, one being redone, under construction. It certainly made no sense then, was just a random bit of conversation, but I found myself asking him about a week ago if he remembered me mentioning it; he did.

Perhaps slightly more than a month ago I had this similarly vague dream, one where I simply had my arm around someone, but I couldn’t figure out who it was, it was either someone I’d never met, thus being a composite character, or it was someone that I hadn’t seen for a great while. I remember, if anything, being distinctly happy that I was with this person, very comfortable.

Fairly soon after that vignette I had another dream, with this same person, but this time we were laying in a bed next to each other. It was early morning, the walls were a very distinct colour from the sun rising and starting to light the room. I was on ‘the wrong side’ of the bed, as compared to the side I normally sleep on. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and I felt overwhelmingly this feeling of love between the two of us, it was so strong as to be unquestionable.

I asked Matthew if he remembered my dream about the interstate exit because I used that very exit as part of my travels within the last month. I was actually rather disoriented as I’d never used it before, having always used a different one to get to that part of town. While exiting the interstate that dream flashed into the forefront of my mind, but for all I knew it was just a feeling of deja vu, and no real indicator of anything.

I had my arm around the person I was visiting, and again a dream flashed into the forefront of my mind, it was starting to make sense.

Sounds of the city, of which I am no longer acustomed to having lived in the country for the last four years, woke me earlier than him. I glanced over, I was on the ‘wrong side’ of the bed, I had my arms wrapped around him, the sun was rising to illuminate the walls ever so slightly. I did feel love.

I’m not quite sure what to make of it, but as with writing of the epiphany, it has all started to make sense.