I think I have a dream girlfriend, or at least I think I'm dream flirting with someone.
A few weeks ago I had a dream in which I walked around a house on the corner near my home. Round the back was a large paved courtyard type place, like something you'd find in the middle of some old houses in a city centre. Cracked paving stones, lots of terracotta pots, clutter. Anyway, it doesn't exist, but while I was there I found things to suggest a young woman had started living there while it was empty. I think I found photos of her on various holidays but all I remember is a big hat and sunglasses.
I got a text from this woman, who doesn't seem to have a name, and she basically bullied me, but in a playful way. She was very extroverted, boisterous and confident, the exact kind of thing I would almost immediately think of as annoying but it was a dream so the rules are different.
The next thing I knew I was in a car with my friend Wiggy and we were driving to meet this woman and her friend at what I think was some kind of industrial estate/port but it looked like a space centre. Smooth white buildings, lots of open, grassy space. I don't remember anything else from that dream because it's been too long.
Anyway, today I had another dream with the same courtyard, the same girl, and the same port. I was circling the house on the corner again, then in the courtyard round back doing handstands. I got a text from the woman goading me into a meeting. Me and Wiggy were driving to the port again, but there was a large crowd of people near the water. I began to worry that this woman would think I'm ugly and not want to spend time with me. Then Wiggy, who for some reason was Falco Lombardi, jump kicked a man and I stood over another man on the floor with film cameras watching me. I was James Bond, apparently, and if I was James Bond then I couldn't be ugly, so it was ok.
Then I was playing a video game of some kind and sending messages to this woman's friend. I made a vaguely self-deprecating remark and immediately got messages from the woman herself calling me names and making fun of me for being so dramatic and such. But it was, like, with a smile in her voice. Over instant message. It was a dream, you just
know things in dreams.
It felt very much like a sequel to the earlier dream, but before it could continue I woke up because my phone was ringing. Until next time, you energetic, loud-mouth, *****