02-15-02
I had yet another bizarre dream last night...but this time you were in it too, Whitney! We had been taken to this enormous mansion and were to marry two of the three sons that lived there. We were to spend time with them and then choose which one we wanted. (::sighs:: I blame "Joe Millionaire" for this dream..)
Now, I don't remember very much except glimpses and images but I remember us standing out on the balcony outside our room and looking out on a field down below where the brothers were fencing. The one you took an immediate liking to was golden haired, blue eyed, wearing a white poet shirt and brown breeches. Thinking back on it he was pretty much like Victor Hugo's description of Enjolras. Perfect and handsome in every way. One of those kinda guys that's just too good to be true.
Then there were the other two brothers that I was caught observing...
One of them was your typical brown-haired, dark brown puppy-eyed type. He wore a white poet shirt and black breeches with some kind of maroon-red colored sash about his waist. He, like the one that caught your attention, was incredibly handsome without a flaw to him.
And finally the last one had black hair, black eyes and wore a solid black poet shirt (with sleeves a bit bigger than the others) and black pants. And he...looked...good!
So the next thing I know it's quite a bit further in time and you have been happily married off to the golden-haired guy, leaving me to choose between the other two. And this is where I made a rather startling revalation...
You can love more than one person!
I never thought it was possible, and I'm sure you'll even disagree with me, but it's true. In my dream I was deeply in love with both men...although it may have been for different reasons. I had never thought that possible! I had thought that you can only possibly love one person at a time if not only one person altogether!
But anyways, back to the dream...
So it was the day I was being forced to wed one of them, and I was in a garden talking to the brown haired brother. I don't remember what was said except that I was extremely upset over having to choose between one or the other. So he took me in his arms and I lay my head against his shoulder and began to cry...
...and of course who should come around the corner with a bundle of flowers in his grasp but the other brother! He saw me embracing his brother and the look in his eyes was so broken it hurt and I reached out my hand to him and tried to cry out "Stop!" but it only came out as a whisper (like it does in dreams). He threw the flowers down onto the ground and ran from the garden..
::sighs:: And then I woke up with tears rolling down my cheeks.
