At last! I finally dreamed of you.
The setting was an expensive, exclusive-like beach resort with Italian architecture and ambiance. The people I am with were my son, husband, mom, my closest friend and some of my high school friends with their families and previous officemates with the past companies I've been with. But I felt it was a company outing with other faces I was unfamiliar with.
The beach has white sand with a long narrow modern tiki hut bar near the shore with foreigners in different nationalities sat down for a drink, it was far away from me but it seems like it was built on water with flowing water falls on the side so some people past through from the water to sit down.
There was an old blonde man that you would know was a surfer boy when he was young who stood up to go away from the bar but he was naked! Covering his private part with his hands while walking away, maybe drunk.
Then while the other people were crazy swimming in the beach, there was a commotion about a boy, about 5 years old, whose left foot was chopped from the ankle and they said it was due to a shark but there were no blood spilling and he was just rolling on the beach like a normal kid with his tantrums then he walked away with his big, tall, chubby dad like there was an invisible left foot cause he can walk normally, one step at a time.
So I call on and checked on my son and it was just weird that the table where my husband sat on was different from ours like he had a different group and we were set aside at the corner near the opened, wide, white door with square glasses that you can peep through whoever will be coming. All of the doors in the resort was designed like that.
I sat down with strangers while they eat from the buffet feast but I haven't gotten any plate.
Then my closest friend came out from the door overjoyed and drunk, I've never seen her like that before, she is married now but when she sat on our table she was alone saying that she got drunk due to her college friends who gave her numerous shots. I told her to compose herself because we might meet my UMC - ultimate man crush in the vicinity.
As soon as I've said that, UMC walked out of the door looking buff as ever but now with grey hair highlights and you can now see fine lines on his face but still his presense was so inspiring because memories flashed back to me how great and legendary this person was.
At the same time when he walked out alone, cause I know he was living with his girlfriend, he has a down to earth nature that you can easily sense, there were no body guards around him and he dressed like normal people in the resort would do with his favorite white shirt and blazer on.
Oh what a chicken little me, I extended my arm to shake his hand and it felt awkward, he looked, "okay", with his poker face expression.
I was still holding his hand and my mind was saying, "do something more!" I went near him like pressing my body against him doing an awkward tensed hug that I know he felt uncomfortable with.
So I moved away immediately and then he walked towards the space where he can speak with other guests.
My mind was coaching me that I should not waste this time and opportunity, no regrets!!!
So I mustered all the courage I can get and approached UMC again, this time I asked him if I can hug him. He said, "sure".
He is 5"8 tall and I'm 4" 11. I felt like a cocoon wrapped inside my shell, with his muscular body protecting me like a shield. It was a comfortable feeling, indeed. I don't want to let go. I embraced him as tight as I wanted to, at least letting him know through my embrace how proud and happy I am for him.
Then he looked at me saying, "Do you want to marry me?"
Ha, ha, ha! I would loved to say, "I do!"
I was well aware about my current situation and my response to him was, "Give me an annulment first." His face went from flirty to "oh, you're married" look.
I laughed so hard, and told him that no matter what, I will always be here for him and I am proud of his endeavors especially about the crypto, I need to learn a lot about it but I will continue on supporting him on this project.
We sat down and his face looked more interested with our conversation after I told him about the cryptocurrencies that I know. It felt as a long conversation because I got hungry then he had to leave now.
When I went to the buffet table I was informed that the food set for our "company" ran out easily because we were a thousand attendees. The foods left there were designated to other guests. It was fine with me cause I know there was a counter were I can buy a separate meal but my mom gave me a tray with watermelons on the side and I know it was a salad dish with avocados, watermelon or something red chopped in cubes, special sauces, veggies, a healthy looking meal, I can say.
My mom said it was given to me by somebody.
I looked around who could it be, and inside another bar-like room for the VIPs, there was a person peeping through me and he was wearing an orange T-shirt with denim overalls.
So I looked back and gestured, "Thanks for the food" lifting the tray as I look at him. And that man gave me a thumbs up. I guessed it was also my UMC but he looked younger maybe because of the video I saw about him previously when he was doing TV shows.
I was so hungry that I didn't go back to our table to eat instead I excused myself to sit with another group, my husband asked me what I was eating and I told him it was just given to me. The foreign nationals seated in our table commented that the food I was eating costed $111.00 or 11,200 in peso if I would convert it. Alright, it was enough to measure how expensive what I was eating.
Then I woke up.
Ha, ha, I better watch out cause my subconcious mind was playing tricks on me again. It was still a good night sleep.
At least, I had been with you in my dreams. :)
No regrets. :)
PS. I tried to interpret my dream and I can't believe what I found out through these links:
(So it was a real recipe/dish, I can't wait to taste it for real! I can't believe that you can combine watermelon and avocado in one plate!)
(Okay, positive thinking for number 1!)
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