::takes a moment out of doing her laundry to plop down in her desk chair and write up this entry::

Alright, so I remembered my dream...just not all the specific details. I can remember the dialogue really well, but it's certain things that seem a blur. However, what I do remember is this...

I was sitting in this really nice living room on a couch reading some book and sipping on black coffee (which is weird in itself because I *never* drink my coffee black!). There were no doors that led out of the room...only one large window that looked out on a big city (like New York) at night. Normally the no-doors deal would unnerve me but for some reason it made me feel safe...and there was a certain amount of comfort I felt in the living room itself. It just felt kinda...like I was finally home.

This is where things started to blur a bit... I remember looking up at the sound of a voice and seeing a man standing silhouette right in front of the fire. He was tall and lean and dressed in a tux-like suit...but that's all I remember. (Oh, and I was dressed in a really cool champagne-colored evening gown with lots of sequins...again, very weird because I hate sequins. Did I even spell the word 'sequins' right?!)

Anyways, so he began to talk to me and this was the basic flow of the conversation... (starting with him)

- Why?
- Why what?
- Why do you keep doing this to yourself...to me?
- Because I'm tired of waiting for you.
- I've promised you several times that I'm coming for you. Why can't you believe me?
- Because I find it hard to believe in something I don't know even exists.

At this point I had risen from the couch and moved to look out the window, refusing to look at him.

- At one time you had no doubts at all that I existed.
- That's because I was innocent and naive... You don't exist. Which is why I can't wait for you any longer.

Then the scene suddenly shifted and we were outside in a vast forest. I turned around and he stood in front of a large bonfire, now wearing gypsy garments that I donned as well. Suddenly my frustration and anger towards him was gone and he held out his hand to me. I don't remember taking hold of it...but suddenly I was standing with him by the fire looking up into his face (though I can't remember exactly what he looked like...only that he was an older man of about early-30's ).

- I swear to you that I am coming. I just need you to wait for me.
- How will I know it's you?
- Trust me...you'll know.

Again the scene changed and we were in a ballroom. I still stood beside him, but suddenly I heard someone call my name and I turned about. There was another man there and he held out his hand towards me in an invitation to dance. I turned back and looked at my gypsy (as he will be called since that's when I saw him most vividly). He looked down upon me and shook his head slowly..

- Please, just wait for me.
- It's just one dance. I promise I will return to you.
- Why do you want to dance with him?
- Because he wants me... Right here. Right now. No waiting.

My gypsy then pulled me into his arms and bent his head so he could whisper into my ear.

- I promise you the waltz of a lifetime if you will just wait... I have promised you that I am coming for you and I will not break my word.

His words were filled with such a plea and honest truth that I sighed and slowly nodded my head, wrapping my arms about him in return.

- Then I shall wait...I promise.

He nodded his head as though satisfied and then let me go. I glanced back and the man that had invited me to dance with him was gone and we were back in the forest. One horse stood by and I mounted it bareback (in fact, it looked alot like Smokey, the horse I rode while in Asheville) and took off through the forest, not turning to look back to see if my gypsy was there.

I awoke with the strongest sense of freedom and independence that I have felt in a long time!