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Dreams & Texts & Fall-back Crushes

A far-away friend texted me this morning:

A: So...this is weird, buuuut...I had a  dream about you last night. We were in a church, and you were getting married. I have no idea who the groom was, but he was good-looking and you were gorgeous...

me: I can't wait to hear details!! I hope I marry a good-looking man.
A: Assuming my dream was prophetic...keep your eye out for one with _________ hair ;)

me: Ha ha. Will do... All three of my fall-back crushes* have _________ hair.

A: Hm...well, apparently my subconscious knows your type. He's into __________ too...that was a major theme in my dream/your wedding. It was a very philanthropic event :)

me: I'LL TAKE HIM! I'm not going to read anymore into your dream, but two of the three are still in the running.

A: Lol! Good call. I would much rather have you consult Jesus instead of my dream (which was undoubtedly a product of the slightly-off cheese I had with dinner last night...)

*For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of a "fall-back crush," they are those people who, when faced with a drought of romantic possibilities, you start considering as date-worthy, sometimes against your own will and often against your best judgement. I once rebuked a friend for her "Plan B" by pointing out that he was, in fact, more of a Plan Z - to be considered only in the case that Plans A through X had fallen through, and even then, only marginally. (She is now married to a Plan A sort of man.) I should clarify that not all "fall-backs" are terrible people. In fact, very few of them are. They're just people who are not viable options for one reason or another. I should stop talking now, and NO, I am not going to tell you who my fall-backs are.


The point of this post is just that it was a funny conversation, and WHO KNOWS which dreams are inspired by Jesus and which are sponsored by slightly-too-old cheese. I certainly don't know. And I love my friends.

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sarahtp said…
Amazing!

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