So this gorgeous Indian woman
I mean completely stunning but
like spiritual too and I were
at this concert in my dream
last week when something made
her laugh, laugh hard. She tossed
her head back (god that raven hair!)
and howled and her face totally
lit up. I mean it freaking glowed.
Then she hugged me and told me
that she loved me. I was whoa
stoked but confused. We'd just met.
I woke up sure it was a sign
and spent the week checking out
people on the bus to see if they
were her. The fuckers weren't. But
I kept looking. "We met in my dream"
is a pretty cool line, especially
if it's true. I so would have said it.
I'm serious. But she didn't show.
Then today I see my therapist. Who
tells me that the woman wasn't real,
not like that. Says she was me. I'm like
"What the fuck?" And he's like yeah
masculine-feminine blah blah blah
that it was me telling me I love me
finally after all these years.
To be honest, I was bummed. Look,
I know I won't be bummed tomorrow
or the day after because loving yourself
is cool rare shit and my higher power
is completely rocking it. But damn.
That woman. She was something all right.
Whatever. I guess that means ... heh
I guess that means I'm something all right.