The man of my dreams…

Last night I had one of those dreams about being in love.

When I was younger I used to have them about piles of pound coins, huge mountains of them that I would discover behind the sofa and run my hands through greedily. Now I have them about men.

The man in question is normally someone I have never met before, never seen before (although it was recently Peter Jones from Dragons Den), but I always just KNOW. He is The One.

Sometimes we are on our own, sometimes we are with a group of friends. They are not normally sexual, and sometimes we don’t even speak, but I just know. There is a feeling between us, a connection, like our minds are meeting in a space somewhere between our bodies. I feel like I’m living in his head, when really he is living in mine.

I am not easily fooled by dreams. Whenever something seems too good to be true I usually question myself and realise I am dreaming. My sub-sub-conscious is terribly manipulative though. “Look at your hands,” it whispers to me, “look at his hands. Touch him. He feels real doesn’t he?”

I do, and he does. For those few minutes, months, years in my dream he is real and I love him.

And then I wake up.

It’s not real anymore.

I close my eyes, but I can’t see him. Come back! I call silently.

For a second I am heartbroken. He was The One, and now I will never see him again. I try to picture him – his brown eyes, his…what colour was his hair? His face is fuzzy, a blur… what was his name?

And then he’s gone.



  1. 9 September, 2010 / 9:26 pm

    There are lands which I travel to, when I am in deep slumber. Some of them I have visited many times and I can remember them clearly. There are other nights when I see a long lost friend, we talk, get caught up, and then as the buzz of life goes off, they are gone again.

    I generally awake feeling happy and content. I wonder if they dreamt of me? I like to think they did. Perhaps the ‘love’ you saw last night, saw you as well. Perhaps your face is burned into his mind’s eye and he will scan the faces of passers by, looking for your lovely visage. You will see him too, you will remember, and then he will ask you to have coffee.

    The rest is a story to be written on another day, but I am a romantic, and I like to think that the end is not at the point where the dawn comes knocking. I like to think this is the beginning.

    Good luck in your search. :-)

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:37 pm

      Brian that is lovely! How amazing would it be to dream of someone, a stranger, and then see them in the street and have them recognise you?? Fantastic :-)

  2. vicky aylott
    9 September, 2010 / 9:37 pm

    I have had the Peter Jones dream too….

  3. maryfclark
    9 September, 2010 / 9:55 pm

    I like the idea of your end being a beginning- bravo, first commenter. Reminds me of those dreams when I wake up with tears on my face and I don’t know quite why.

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:39 pm

      I have those too, or sometimes I wake up and I’m in the middle of crying. If Belle sleeps in my bed she always wakes me up by talking or crying or laughing in her sleep. Sometimes she shouts ‘Bee, stop it!’ in a grumpy voice :-)

  4. 10 September, 2010 / 6:34 am

    I’ve been having this dream since i was 12. I call him “The shadow man” because he doesn’t necessarily even have a face. He is simply perfect, he knows me, i know him, and we are destined to be together.

    Hopeless romantics!


    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:40 pm

      We are clearly hopeless cases :-)

      Is it the same man everytime? Mine is different people, but if it’s a stranger I can’t always see him clearly. I JUST KNOW though that we are meant to be… *sigh*

  5. 10 September, 2010 / 12:02 pm

    Will lend you my plumber if you like? I think he’s the man in every woman’s dreams!!

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:36 pm

      Yes please! Send him round this evening. I have some pipes that need urgent attention.

  6. 10 September, 2010 / 4:29 pm

    The face wasn’t Wayne Rooney’s was it? I hear he’s on the market again. Okay so he is a bit homely looking but I was thinking the millions might make up for it. Main thing is do you like football?

    • 10 September, 2010 / 4:35 pm

      but you like to like threesomes, of the you, wayne, granny kind. ;<)

      • 12 September, 2010 / 4:35 pm

        I have nothing against threesomes, but the choice of partners is kinda crucial. No grannies or Waynes please.

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:34 pm

      Somehow I can’t quite see myself as a WAG…

  7. 10 September, 2010 / 5:44 pm

    Man of my dreams…Peter Jones…Money Can’t buy you Love…are they all related?

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:33 pm

      All completely random thoughts. Honest.

  8. Lucy
    10 September, 2010 / 5:53 pm

    Aww Brian you are such a romantic!

    I have the same dreams all the time about arguing with ex-boyfriends: we are still passionately in love and we are arguing about why we split up! It’s fiesty and fun.

    It certainly beats the dreams where I’m having sex and then realise it’s my dad.

  9. 11 September, 2010 / 7:53 pm

    I just get the sex dreams. All sorts of embarrassingly unsuitable people become gods in my dreams. The postman. My childrens headmaster. My neighbours husband. I obviously need to get out more.

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:33 pm

      I have those too with all sorts of people! What’s weird though (and apologies in advance if this is too much information), is that I used to always wake up just before the actual penetration bit, or not ever be able to feel it in the dream, but my brain seems to have trained itself better over recent years, and now they are much more fun :-)

  10. 12 September, 2010 / 4:15 am

    I think that dreams can manifest the future sometimes… It’s like your subconscious is sending an intention to the universe. So it can only mean one thing- your true and perfect for you love is out there, trying to find you! X

    • 12 September, 2010 / 4:31 pm

      Oooh do you think so? Let’s hope he finds me soon then – fingers crossed :-)

  11. 14 September, 2010 / 9:21 am

    I’m not sure I’d want any woman in my “dreams”. Let’s face it dreams are “bizarre” at the best of times (well mine are). Last night I dreamt that Joyce Barnaby (Midsomer Murders) was being unfaithful to Tom and tried to seduce me, strewth. Now that’s a weird dream. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure Jane Wymark who plays Joyce is a lovely lady but Joyce is sooooo not my type.

    • 14 September, 2010 / 7:19 pm

      I love dreaming. When Belle was a baby and waking up ten times a night I didn’t have chance to dream as much and it was horrible.

      • 15 September, 2010 / 9:36 am

        My dreams just basically seem to be plain “weird”. I don’t recall most of them (not for more than an hour after waking up say) but one that’s stuck in my mind for years and has been dreamt about more than once is where I’m on a plane an the air stewardess is wearing blue shoes, and she’s usually Mediterranean/Middle Eastern looking and one of those little hats they wear. Freud could have had a field day with that perhaps ? it’s always the blue shoes that “stick” though.

        • 15 September, 2010 / 8:35 pm

          If you remember them for a while after waking up, maybe you should write them down? You might have the basis for some kind of weird sci-fi novel :-)

  12. 14 September, 2010 / 6:47 pm

    I used to have these dreams when I was younger … and for some reason, I’ve been having them again. (Is that good or bad?) I’ve never mentioned them to anyone, and never realized that other women have them!

    I also never realized until recently that other people have dreams about teeth falling out … which is something else I also used to dream about when I was younger. Now I don’t have to dream, alas; I just have to pay my dentist for a cap!

  13. Rhonda
    15 September, 2010 / 1:48 pm

    I love how you described your dream! It made me smile so much! The reason for this is because I met my husband like that. 10 Years ago I walked into an office social – eyes met with a guys across the room and my heart knew! My heart recognised him! But life is complicated and it took us another 7 years to end up together! But now we are and its perfect! There is something like the perfect person just for you! I have never been happier!

    • 15 September, 2010 / 8:33 pm

      Oh wow! You really felt that connection straight away? That’s amazing! And to wait all that time as well – it sounds like a hollywood blockbuster to me!

  14. 19 October, 2010 / 6:08 pm

    I have similar dreams, not always love related, but having actual feelings.

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