I had a dream about a man here on Open Salon. For those of you with a background in Freudian or Jungian dream interpretation feel free to analyze. At a reduced rate for OS members, I will assume.
The dream takes place in the airport parking lot. Short term parking to be exact. We are sitting in his car. OS man is in the driver's seat. I am in the back. OS man is crying. Looking at me in the rearview mirror he tells me he will leave his wife for me. That is how much I have touched his heart with my words. Seduced him with stories of gardens and becoming invisible and empty nests.
I tell him it cannot be. Although I read his posts he is not a favorite. His posts rarely hold my attention. Sometimes I skim them. I feel guilty. I do not share his passion or longing. I am clear that this is a love that will stay unrequited. I thought this was a cab.
I let myself out of the back seat. He begs. I apologize. I wish him love and many EP's. I watch until his car is a tiny speck on the horizon. He is gone.
Perhaps I spend too much time here. A fellow poster is in my dreams. I am having trouble separating my OS life from my other life.
I didn't see a post from him today. I hope he got home safely.