"true to life"

I dreamed last night about a woman that I know.

I’m not sure if it was her birthday or some other “special day” or just a random day that I decided to try to make special. But I had told her that I was going to take her out and entertain her for the day. Actually, I had suggested that someone was going to take her out—some mysterious, romantic sort of guy…or something like that. But it was just little ol’ me.

I kept trying to come up with really cool things that she would enjoy, but (true to life) I sucked at that. I just didn’t know what people do when they go out. (Also true out here in real life, ‘cause I don’t much go out.)

So, on this “special” day it turned out to not be an all-day overload of interesting activities. I postponed and postponed, and the activities only began in the late afternoon/early evening. We went some place (which I cannot remember), but it was pretty boring, and we decided to go have dinner. We ended up at some sketchy little place that had a piano. So I played and this woman sang something (she’s a singer in real life). But nobody wanted to hear us. Some scruffy, old, biker guy sitting at the bar told us to cut it out. It’s possible that it was a scruffy, old, biker “lady” who looked very masculine. Anyway, we sat down to eat, but they didn’t actually have half the items that were on the menu.

Anyway, the dream didn’t finish. I don’t know if I woke up then, or if it just stopped at that point. I know that the story wasn’t over, the evening I was planning wasn’t over. In the dream my hope was sex. I certainly wasn’t sure of that result, but I know I was hoping.

In the dream I was staying at a hotel, I think. It didn’t much resemble any hotel I’ve actually stayed in before. I think it was a very expensive hotel. Somehow, in this dream I had money. Or at least I was quite willing to spend money as if it wasn’t an issue (not true to life). I had a roommate or friend or something who was also staying in the hotel room (suite, more like) with me, and as I was getting ready for this “date” he was leaving. I told him to look out for the “do not disturb” sign later, and if it was out on the door to not disturb because I’d be having sex. I didn’t actually specify the “having sex” part, but that was the absolutely clear implication.

Let me be clear: there was no sex. It doesn’t even feel there would have been sex if the dream had continued. This was not a sex dream. It seemed more like a dream about my inability to plan a lovely, fun, exciting (or any other positive adjective) evening with an attractive woman. (Yeah, that’s probably true to life. The no sex part certainly is.)