I was napping a short while ago, and found myself in one of my dreams, completely engulfed in perfection.
It all surrounded you and I, in the most idyllic situation I could possibly imagine in my waking life.

Here are details from this dream that sort of played through as if it were a movie, a bit to the style of a magazine (in here then there sort of disconnected timeline). I’ll assemble it as best I can in proper sequence.

Here goes…

You and I were happy together, and when I say happy I mean the happiest that two people can possibly ever be with each other ever! All we were was exactly that: the perfectly illustrated picture of happiness that everyone hopes, dreams, and strives for. We were a single entity, we had a fluidity to everything. We are married in this dream. Perfectly married. Finish each others sentences type of perfectly married. This is where my dream began, as far as I recall. There was a big, bright sunny house, apparently this is where we live. It’s not obscenely large, bigger than we may need, with a pool, deck, and large bright green backyard. The landscape was, yet warm, not cold and unfeeling as contemporary anything often is. But our house still holding the warm essence of a home. We’re not the only people that live here. We have a son, he was about six, his name is Zachary (strange that this would not be a name I would have picked prior to this dream). He is about six, he looks like he is a complete fifty fifty rationed mix of everything wonderful and good about each of us. He has dark hair and startling blue eyes! We also have cats, dogs, and a fish tank.

Here is where the magazine esque flashes were. They were the fleshy details of everything about us. Flashes of us You, me and Zachary poking at the fish tank in the living room. All of us wrestling around on the floor. You and I look very similar to how we look now, only slightly older. My hair is dark brown or black again with streaks of some colors, but it’s almost down to my waste. Zachary has a faux hawk sort of, its a bit messy though like he needs a haircut. Your hair is lighter with the highlights that are always built in from the sun and other elements. You have a similar cut to what you have now just slightly more kempt. Flashes of you and I rolling around tackling the other to wake them up in a good mood. I am still doing what I dream of in this dream, meaning I am a makeup artist for MAC. And you are doing what you dream of as well. One detail, that really stood out, was a Skype conversation between myself and Zachary at home, with you somewhere else away doing what you love to so! It was a wonderful example of how well everything surrounding us and involving us was exactly how it was meant to be. Stable. Perfect. Open. Honest. And full of as much love as three people could possibly give each other.

(In this dream I could see every detail of our faces, which, in my dreams that is strange. Usually people are fuzzy sort of blurred but our faces and all the details in us and our environment were completely crystal clear.)

I think I am in love with this dream and everything that it may mean. =]