Dreams have this funny way of sneaking into our heads when we least expect them, don’t they? Last night, I had one of those dreams that felt so real, so vivid, it left me staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes after I woke up. And guess who decided to make a surprise appearance? Yep, my ex.
It’s been a while since we last spoke—months, actually. Life’s moved on, as it always does, but there she was, right there in my dream, like no time had passed at all. We were sitting in this cozy little café, the kind with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu that changes every day. She was laughing at something I said, that same laugh that used to make me feel like I’d won some kind of prize. And for a moment, it felt… normal. Like we were still us.
But then, as dreams tend to do, things got weird. Suddenly, we were in the middle of a carnival, riding a Ferris wheel that stretched way too high into the sky. She was holding my hand, but when I looked over at her, she was gone. Just like that. Poof. And then I woke up.
I’ll be honest, it threw me for a loop. I mean, why now? Why her? I’ve been doing okay, you know? I’ve been focusing on work, hanging out with friends, even dipping my toes into the dating pool again. But this dream… it brought back all these feelings I thought I’d packed away for good.
I know dreams aren’t supposed to mean anything, right? They’re just our brains sorting through the clutter of the day, or maybe processing stuff we haven’t fully dealt with. But it’s hard not to wonder if there’s more to it. Was it just random, or is my subconscious trying to tell me something?
I’ve been down this road before—analyzing every little detail, replaying conversations in my head, wondering if I should reach out. But the truth is, I don’t even know if she thinks about me anymore. Maybe she’s moved on completely, and I’m just stuck in this weird limbo, caught between what was and what could’ve been.
Anyway, I’m not sure what to do with all this. Part of me wants to text her, just to say hi, to see if she’s okay. But another part of me knows that might not be the best idea. Sometimes, it’s better to let the past stay in the past, even if it keeps showing up in your dreams.
For now, I’m just going to take it as a reminder that healing isn’t linear. Some days, you feel like you’ve got it all figured out, and other days, a dream can knock you right back to square one. And that’s okay. It’s all part of the process, I guess.
So, if you’ve ever had one of those dreams about someone from your past, know that you’re not alone. It doesn’t mean you’re not moving forward, even if it feels that way sometimes. It just means you’re human, and your heart’s still working through things. And hey, maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make myself a cup of coffee and try to shake off this dream haze. Maybe I’ll even hit up that café from my dream—minus the Ferris wheel, of course.
What about you? Ever had a dream that left you feeling all kinds of ways? Let me know—I’d love to hear your story.