vessel wrote:
I hadn't known this until this year, but I have had repeated lucid dreams about various "figures," people that I know the face and voice of for my whole life because of these repeated dreams. I was really quite startled this year when I discovered that one of those figures is a real person, which I'm still trying to figure out how I could dream their face without knowing they exist. It's making me question a lot of things, but I don't doubt that the characters in my dreamworld have some connection to living persons.
One of those figures was the "friend" archetype, she had blondish-hair most of the time, but other times it seems rather strawberry, and huge eyes. That's how I recalled her face from my dream, the eyes were very memorable. I haven't told anyone around here that I had been dreaming of the person for over 12 or so years, since it seems rather "convenient" to recall faces of "famous" people in an attempt to tie them to your life, but I haven't been able to accept that, since I've always been extremely connected to this dream-reality and those people I've enjoyed seeing every night as I rest. I had decided many years ago that the woman in the dream was likely my physical ideal, since I was so pleased by her presence night after night. Any other physical attraction is probably an extension of the features of that woman, in some ways.
It was a dream that helped be get over my crush on that redhead I posted earlier. (I'm no longer very interested in her, but she still looks incredible!)
I also had a dream that I was in some sort of smallish supermarket. There was nobody in the immediate area besides me and one of the employees, who I was talking to. She looked fairly normal - a bit shorter than me, medium build, shortish dark hair. But i felt this weird emotional connection to her. I drew a picture of her face, as I had recently covered that subject in art class, but it wasn't quite right. I still have it, and will probably make a new one eventually. Named her Hunter Green, and oddly felt serious about it.
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