The man of my dreams

This is 3 dreams but they link together. Sorry it's a long mailing

Wednesday 18 May 2005
I am in a beauty parlour in town. I have been sent here from work to attend a meeting (though my workplace is nothing to do with beauty). I am sitting with a group of men. Don’t know who the other men are as I only take notice of one of them. He is unattractive with a lot of facial hair. He asks me to dictate where the therapist should shave hair from. I keep asking if he’s sure he wants me to do this as I shouldn’t have to dictate someone’s life to them. He insists, so I ask her to shave hair from his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks until he is left with a moustache and stubble on his chin. I had planned for it all to come off, but by this stage he looks really cute and I don’t want to spoilt this, as he may look different with it all off. So I opt to leave it there. The man is now flirting with me and chatting me up and complimenting me etc. but he does not actually say that he’s attractive to me or asks me out. And I am not going to initiate anything. I feel that’s his job! He tell me he works for the same business I work for, so we may see each other around. However, he is leaving in a few week time to go to work for Ann Summers. I catch the bus home outside but instead of taking me home it takes me back to work.

(this is relevant because this man has now turned up in real life at work and features in the two dreams I’ve had recently. I never connected him to my dream – I never remembered this dream even – it was only because I tool the advice of a psychic and kept a dream diary and happened to be browsing through it the other day – don’t even remember having the dream or writing it down, but it was in my diary)
(I has 6 dreams that night this is the 5th one)

Tuesday 18 March
I had been shoplifting in Beatties (House of Fraser store) - I was in my old office (my previous job, though I still work for the same business, in another department) and some one looked out the window onto the car park and shouted up for others to have a look. It was Rifle (nickname of a man I think likes me and I like him - he seems to give off signs but never asked me out – so I’m not sure of his feelings towards me) with permed hair and dressed like a woman in a skirt, make-up and everything. The shock was short lived though as Queen Elizabeth I turned up wanting my help in fighting off the Spanish Armada.

Thursday 27 March
Dreamt about Rifle again last night - he and another work colleague (Mr X) turned up at my house and Mr X was congratulating me saying I was getting married in the morning. And that jogged my memory and I thought oh yeah I am - but couldn't remember who to or what he looked like, and people were going on about my fabulous fluffy dress. Rifle was really quiet and was the only one not congratulating me and I thought if you've got something to say - like no don't do it - then just say it - after all I don;t even know this bloke I'm supposed to be marrying in the morning. And all the while I was anxious for him to say something - I thought If only he'd give a sign the whole thing would be off.

Then in the evening I'm wandering round an area close to my current work place, where four road lead off - the college I used to attend is down one road, my work place is down another, the road back home is another and the 4th leads to the park. I am thinking how weird it is that I am wandering round at night instead of being at a hen party. - I remember vaguely thinking someone was with me - could have been my best friend. Then I'm in a very dodgy area of town and there's gangs and thugs eveywhere and I'm desperate to find a specific house - finding this house will somehow tell me my true destiny and somehow I'll know everything like should I marry or not - I cant' find this house and I'm walking past gangs and thugs though no-one hurts me.

Then I go into the next dream where you and my best friend are shoplifting clothes in New Look in some strange town, when a gorgeous hunky bloke spots us and starts stalking us and people seem to recognise us as celebrities and we want to get away from them. Then I wanted a wee and woke up.