I dreamt about the Great Love of My Life this morning.
For some inexplicable dream reason, I was trying to move people from one cruiseliner-sized ship to another. I don't recall the details, but I couldn't just move the ships side-by-side and use some conventional means--I had to think up some Odyssey of the Mind-type, critical-thinking, brainstorming, creative bullshit solution. I thought one of those old-style firefighter people-catchers would do the trick, and, of course, in your usual dream fashion, one appeared.
The entire time I'm trying to solve this problem, she's there, helping me. At one point, however, our hands end up clasped together in what is, at least from my perspective, simply a friendly gesture. She turns to me and says, "You know, this doesn't mean anything"--the implication being "We're not getting back together." My response is an indignant, "What? Of course, this doesn't mean anything."
This scene actually repeats itself sometime later in the dream.Current Mood: