I had a dream a few nights ago that I’m uncertain about. I mentioned that I had a crush on one of my friends. She’s nice and has certainly taken time to listen to my mindless ramblings from time to time, so bless her for that. But I’d be lying if I said a lot of my nervousness hasn’t come from my thinking wether or not I actually like her or am just excited in getting to know someone more. My questioning on how to love didn’t arise from this situation though, although it has presented some points. But back to the dream.
It was a short one, as they usually are. This girl and I were standing in her kitchen, she was making breakfast I think. In the dream I had a pitcher of water in my hand, like those old plastic ridged ones from a small town diner. While we were standing in the kitchen the girl turned around with an empty mug in her hand and a smile on her face. I took the pitcher and dumped it all out into the mug as it spilled out over the cup, onto her and all over the floor. She looked up at me with a little grin and said, “What are you doing?” I said, “What do you mean?” not understanding I’d just poured water all over her and the floor. She looked back at me, grabbing my hand with the pitcher and said, “Do it like this.” As I looked, the water from the floor, her sleeves and the mug had all disappeared and the pitcher was full again. She took my hand with the pitcher and slowly poured a little into the mug, just enough to fill it, then she took a sip. She looked at me and said, “That how you’re supposed to love.” — Then I woke up.