Back when I had the dream I'm about to describe, I put it in the weird category, but it fits here too.
In early February of 2006 (years before my N diagnosis), I dreamt that a guy I worked with kissed me. In the part of the dream I remember, he leaned toward me, cradled my face in one hand, and gently touched his lips to mine, a perfect, lingering, tender kiss…when I abruptly shoved him away, indignant, hissing, "you're married!" He replied, "But I'm separated; we are getting divorced." I snorted in disbelief, "Let me know when it's finalized. Maybe we can talk." There the dream ended.
When I remembered the dream the next morning, I was so embarrassed (silly, I know, but there it is
), as well as surprised. The co-worker in the dream was, in fact, married, and very happily from what I saw. I didn't have much interaction with him, and usually only in small group settings, one in which he had mentioned, about five months prior to my dream, that he and his wife had decided it was time for a second child. Clearly, not the man in my kiss dream. I was also surprised that I had had such a dream since at the time I had been dating a guy for eight months who I really liked, and adding the fact that I had never consciously thought of that co-worker as... well, at all (this was no comment on his attributes; he had a wife, and therefore was unappealing and unacceptablefor my romantic fantacies). But the memory of that perfect, beautiful dream kiss stayed with me.
Then, about two months later, this same co-worker told me and a couple of other colleagues that he and his wife were getting a divorce, that they had separated in February, when she had asked him to move out and stay with friends until she could find her own place. She had moved out the prior weekend, so he now felt he could talk about it to people at work. I could tell the divorce wasn't his idea by the way his face twitched when he spoke of it, but, at the time, I didn't feel I knew him well enough to ask any questions; truthfully, at that moment I was anxious to get as much physical distance between him and myself as possible--I felt weak all over, on the verge of collapse (had no knowledge of cataplexy at the time)--because I had just realized that I had had the dream of his perfect, tender kiss, his telling me he was separated, the SAME week he had actually moved out and begun staying with friends. Bizarre, non?
Well, I have to tell you, the reality of his perfect kiss is just as I dreamt it was, and is just as tender today as it was on that Sunday in March, 2008, when the minister said, "you may kiss your bride," and my husband leaned toward me, cradled my face in one hand, gently touched his lips to mine, a perfect, lingering, tender kiss...