Sweet dreams are made of what?

It’s important to note that I don’t usually remember my dreams. I wake up with a certain feeling, and when I think back on it, I literally have no clue what caused it. I don’t remember an iota of what I was just seeing in my head. But two nights ago, I did not have that problem. Two nights ago I remembered my dream. Vividly. And it involved me making out with a security guard from the building where I work.

Is this security good looking? My female friends that work in the building think so. I’ve never found myself to be wildly attracted to him, but he’s pleasant to look at. Do I think that he has any ambition to make out with me? No. He likes me in some capacity, as I am one of the only people he talks to on a regular basis. He’s admitted he doesn’t like most people but he likes me. But that, as previously discussed, does not mean he has a desire to make out with me, let alone the desire to follow me into an elevator and start macking on me like his dream avatar did. (I know what you’re thinking, and no, it didn’t turn into THAT kind of dream. Mind out of the gutter, people.)

So what DOES the dream mean? That I need to get out there and start meeting men outside of work. Currently that is the only outlet I’m allowing myself for male attention. I commute to the city on an unnecessarily long train ride, and the men on that train are slim pickins, either married, old, or married AND old. When I do stay in the city and go out, I’m surrounded by friends, focusing on hanging with my posse rather than meeting strangers.

But starting on Sunday, my woman-on-a-mission attitude gains new ground. I’m moving to the city, which means I will have unlimited options to figure out how to meet people. I can go out during the week with a few friends and try the wingman approach. I can try to chat up someone in a coffee shop. My life won’t be ruled by train schedules and work hours. I’ll finally feel like I’m living my life on my terms. And if that isn’t a suitable start to my life overhaul, I don’t know what is.

But before Sunday, I have to face that security guard, knowing that in my dreams he decided he wanted to make a move on me. And hey, if things get dire, maybe I’ll push him into an elevator. At least my subconscious will enjoy it.