Have you ever had a dream about someone you’ve never met and wondered what bits of the day your brain spliced together to make that person?
The other night I dreamt about a guy named Ryan. He looked vaguely like Kevin Rowland of Dexy’s fame crossed with Jamie (still the hottest guy I’ve ‘dated’ in my entire life) from way back in November 2017.
We met (me and Ryan) in a kind of trendy ish bar/café probably in London, engaged in a lot of small talk (the details of which I forget) and ended up having to leave after there was a shooting in the street outside.
I think I pretty much woke up after that but the intention of the meeting was there. We clicked. It left me with a warm fuzzy feeling inside, the likes of which I haven’t felt in a long time. Like all my best dreams it lingered all day – most I forget within minutes. And that was it.
I wondered if he might resurface again in another dream, as often happens to me. But he hasn’t. He ghosted me. The underlying theme from every online dater I’ve ever met….