Usually, my vivid dreams happen in the early mornings. And I did dream about something this morning.
I was dreaming that I was in this guest house in the country. There were a lot of soldiers. Oddly, my friends and family were in this dream, and there was something about an opera house and this blond-haired, blue-eyed jolly guy. They didn't appear too often. That part is a little hazy for me to remember. It's probably a separate dream from the one I will describe below, but certain parts of it seemed to "transfer over."
The part I do remember well is when I was sort of sleeping in a room that looked like my room. There were people there in my room. For some reason, I didn't feel too bothered by them even though I kept thinking that they were muscular, male soldiers. They were even sitting on the bed that I was laying in. One of them left the room, the other one stayed around. He asked me if I'd allow him to lay down next to me and, as much as I hate to say, "hug" (closest word I can think of) me while I sleep because he said he was kind of cold. I can't explain exactly what he said, since he seemed to communicate in thoughts mixed with jumbled words and phrases. Really odd. Then, I rolled over and said "sure, I'm feeling a little overheated." He was cold. Not too cold to the point where I'm freezing, but somewhat cool. It kind of felt a little real. I mean, physical sensations, which is kind of rare in my dreams. I felt that his hands were cold and so were his feet. He also noted that the air coming from my nostrils felt hot. I also remember in the dream how I couldn't breath regularly because I sort of had a stuffy nose. I find it extremely odd how I act very different when I am dreaming then when I am going about in my waking life.
Then, he started kissing my cheek. I started thinking, "okay, that's enough," and pushed him away a little bit, which is something that sounds a bit more like myself. He then got up and left the room. Then, I started to notice things and I started acting more like my awake self as the dream comes to a close as I slowly wake up. I became curious of what happened. I get up out of my bed and walk outside of the house, putting on my shoes. And there is a street. I watch for a car to pass by so I can cross. Then, I run across. I started feeling like I was being watched by the woman driving the car, so I acted like I knew what I was doing or where I was going. On the other side of the street was a dirt path leading into the woods. I realized that one of my shoes came off, so I run back to grab it and put it on. I notice a lady in red in front of the door of the house, opening it with a key. I kept thinking that she was family, too. Foster family. This was the same lady who was driving the car. She looked at me and asked if I wanted hot chocolate. I hesitated for a few seconds and said, yes, and entered the house she went in.
Then I woke up.
The unknown soldier seemed shadow-like in a way. The room I was sleeping in was not too bright. So, I never really saw what he looked like.
I'll write later, parental unit is screaming for breakfast.
