September 27 Dream

I had a dream again, involving this guy I knew in school. I was in a house with my grandma and one of my sisters. We were talking, and then there is my friend/crush from school. He is much like he had been the last few years we were talking, and he was discussing two types of people:

1. Ones who like potatoes
2. Those who dislike potatoes

I chimed in at the same time as him, and said, "You're the type that hates potatoes." I am looking at him, feeling complete and utter disdain for how he has treated me, and yet I am also finding myself unable to be unhappy with him. 

And then, I woke up.

God, I miss him.

A Dream I Had Earlier This Morning

I went to the supermarket with my parents (which closely resembled the Target I like to shop at that's seven miles from where I live), but the aisle leading into the store was closed off, and there was this giant metal gate/fence blocking the way. I noticed that this gate seemed to open, but no one was trying to open it. Some employees ask this crowd of people why we're standing around, and they answer they can't get in. The woman opens the gate, and apologizes for the door not staying open so people can go through it.

I am walking alongside my mom, when I see this large group of geeky guys (who don't fit the stereotype or look like they're in The Big Bang Theory) at the end of the supermarket, in what I suppose might be produce. These guys are very attractive, but one in particular with dark hair and dressed much like this approached me and put his arm around my shoulder. Being that I supposedly didn't know him, I looked at him awkwardly and like he was crazy. About ten seconds later, I do know him and we're now laughing together.

The dream now jumps to a beach or lakefront, where we're standing looking out at the water. He ends up kissing me, and I wake up feeling like I am about to meet some geeky guy (which I have no problem with) with dark hair soon.

A Dream About Alexander Skarsgård

I was going to the mall, to an opening of a new Bath & Body Works (in case there aren't any in Europe, they're basically a store that carries bath and body care products), which took over a bookstore or something along those lines. Because this is a weird dream, I also have to bring a "housewarming gift" with me.

Once at the mall, I go into what is supposed to be the store, but it's an office space. You have to wait for someone from the store itself to open the doors for you, so you can go in (weird, but just you wait). I walk into the store, which is a bluish color, and full of little lip balms in baskets. I am carrying around my "housewarming gift," as a male associate makes his way towards me. He had greeted me when I came in, and was very interested in me. I just got that vibe from him in the dream, especially with how he looked at me or spoke to me. I hand him the basket, but not before removing my own items that I had left inside it.

This is where things get interesting:

Alexander is standing outside the storefront, staring at me and the associate through a blue plate-glass window. He is apparently my boyfriend, and he runs off, causing me to chase him. I am yelling for him to stop running, but he's feet ahead of me (on account of his being 6'4" to my short 5'5" height). He turns to me as he's running, and chucks the green apple he'd been eating at me. It hits me in the forearm, which instantly bruises me.

"Alex! Do you realize those damn apples hurt?"

He just keeps running. By this point, the store associate has caught up with me, and continues running after Alexander (because I have slowed down to check on my arm); screaming that he ought to come back and apologize. Alex takes another apple he was eating as he ran, and throws it at the guy from Bath & Body Works, who has the same reaction as me.

It was after this, I awoke.

I am going to analyze this. I may post the results.

Another Dream Featuring Eoin Macken

I was in a restaurant with my parents, overlooking a menu that had all these weird food and meat selections. I noticed about thirty seconds into doing this that adjacent to my mom was Eoin sitting at a table with some friends.

Shirtless, no less.

I begged my parents not to look, even though I was freely staring. He didn't notice, thank god. At some point, he decides to stand up and pace around the table, impatiently waiting for something.

He notices me, and starts glancing my way. I act nonchalant, trying to act as if I don't notice him looking my way. My parents are getting anxious, even though they're fully occupied by the menus. Internally, I'm going crazy because he's glancing at me, pacing and getting closer to my table.

And then, there he was. My parents are sitting there, mouths agape. He leans over my shoulder, pointing out various items he likes, leaning up against me without his shirt on and talking so close to my ear it sends tingles down my spine. I look over at him, and nod along, just smiling.

The waitress passes by, and Eoin goes back to his table. As I continue pouring over the menu, I realize it's a breakfast menu, and it is lunchtime. The waitress comes back to the table, and my parents tell her the menus are for breakfast. She sits down at the table, looks through them, and comes to the same conclusion. She sighs, and goes to get the lunch/dinner menus.

It's at this point I wake up, hoping that I actually was dreaming of Eoin Macken.

I would describe his look as this: nice-looking jeans (meaning no holes), shirtless, watch, his necklace, and he had a beard like the one in the photo from Twitter.