I was lying on the acupuncture table, with needles sticking out of my forehead chest and feet. She stepped out of the room and left me staring up at the ceiling. I can’t explain it, but I suddenly got very tired and my eyes were drifting shut as I was thinking about going on a date for the first time in a good long while. I wondered what it is that I really want. What am I really looking for?
Then I was standing behind a cab on a street I didn’t recognize pulling a box out of the trunk. I stood up and lumbered with it to the curb where he came out and took it from me.
I marveled for a second at how amazing he was but logically I knew I’d never met him before. I glanced at to the left and saw that the street was not my home – I was in a different city but it somehow felt like home.
Then I woke up. My acupuncturist stood over me and asked if I was okay.
“Yeah, I’m fine. How long was I asleep?”
“You fell asleep? I was only out for a second to check the tea.” She paused. “Did you dream?”
“Yeah, I think I just saw the man I’m going to love for the rest of my life…”
“What did he look like?”
“I can’t remember his face.”
She laughed. Then peppered me with questions. “What does he do?”
“I don’t know and I don’t really care.” I replied.
“Whaaaatt kind of car does he drive?”
“I don’t know and it doesn’t matter?” I admitted.
“Has he ever been married before?”
“Possibly. I have no clue and it’s not really important.” I said and sighed.
“And you don’t remember what he looks like?”
I closed my eyes trying to recall him from my memory. “I suspect he is younger than say 45 but probably older than 27. He’s standing straight like he’s comfortable in his own skin, and he had the sleeves of his dress-shirt rolled up – god, I love that. Anyway, he gave off this vibe like he was confident and carefree. Open about his space and didn’t make me feel self-conscious. His shirt was sort of unbuttoned at the neck and he had a scar like he’d had a heart thing but it might just be symbolic for a past hurt or loss. I dunno. I can’t get anymore from the dream, it was pretty fast. All I know is that we were perfect for each other and that I will one day meet him. He was waiting for me.”
She smiled and nodded before removing the needles one by one.
I thought about it on my drive home and wondered if he wasn’t on a table somewhere getting stuck with needles and seeing…. “30 year old woman with strong, confident figure and a lust for living. Cheerful and energetic, with a rebellious streak and an adventurous drive to explore. Creative and sarcastic. Generally optimistic and a love of nature that puts freckles all over her body. Auburn hair and an easy smile.”
Maybe he dreamt of me too.
