strange dream

it was back in a time where i lived, breathed, dreamed, and worked all in the same place. it was a time of truly finding myself, discovering that i do possess authority, that i am a sexual being. it was back at that time when there were no unreasonable commitments, when when when.

the colors were a muted shade of forgetfulness, but the faces stood out. i remember what he looked like, that we used to joke about him being my "other boyfriend", though nothing ever happened. there was one time that something could have happened yet i made the smart move and went home. to ezra's house. i'm not sure if it was completely imagined, but there was sexual tension between the two of us, up till the day i got married. i may have seen him one more time after that.

fast forward to present day, and somehow my brain remembered all of this. the floppy hair, the grin, my own confusion. the day he came over to my house, i was doing hair cuts, and he ended up spending the night on the couch. it's strange how many memories can be tied to one person. at some point we got together, probably for that coffee date people have been talking so much about. just to "catch up" i presume. maybe it was just an email that piqued my interest? a phone call?

i ordered my coffee, sat around, he walks in wearing a nondescript outfit, hair cut like when we first met, i looked as i do right now, hair shaggy, dressed very plain. he sees me, grins, sits down for a chat. the conversation flows in a blur, and i end up asking him if he every really had the hots for me. he blushes. something i've never seen on him before. through all the random conversations about sex we'd had in the past, never a pink to his face. he gives a little laugh, tells me that i'm so unobservant, and that "yes, of course" he was in to me.

then olivia woke up, and started yelling, which woke me up. at least the dream seemed to have a conclusion...