Laur, yer startin' t'sound like *me*! *laugh* "...where's my tall, curly-haired college guy with an umbrella to notice me getting soaked and offer to walk me back?" ...well, course, the guy involved's a bit different, but, y'know. ~_^
Speaking of which...I had the best dream last night...I just wish it'd been real---! ...almost was, it was very good, but actually quite possibly realistic...actually, a lot of it was weird, it started with something about a farmer. I don't know why. And I was walking up to the school, and I stopped to watch combines and tractors and things working in the old sheep field - which was a farmer's field in the dream. Don't know why. But then, like, it jumped, and I was with Heather S., giong to some gov't/town-meeting thing? and we saw Blake and Dan and some other people all in uniform of some sort as we went in..and I was all psyched cos Blake was there. So we went into the main part of the building, which was a cross between a church and an auditorium..and then it wasn't Heather I was with, it was Blake. We saw a bunch of our friends taking up one row of seats (the seats were more like a movie-theater, come to think of it), and I kinda wanted to just sit the row ahead of them..but Blake brought me to sit a row or two ahead of *that*, which was right behind a bunch of his (dream-version) family. Which was his mom and dad and a whole bunch of old ladies. I think he introduced me, everyone said hi, over and over, the old ladies were all excited...they started talking about some essay competition I'd done or somehting, they'd loved what I'd written for it, said I should've won, not tied (with Blake?)...and while they were chattering on, Blake set a program? over my hands, which were in my lap, and set his hand on top of it. And we were both breathing hard, and I noticed that he was shaking...one of the old ladies had sat down on the other side of me, and was asking something about what I was doing there with their boy?..and my hand moved a bit (next to me, no longer under the program or whatever), and Blake noticed. "Oh." ..and he took my hand in his. By this point, the play(??) was starting, and it got loud, so I leaned my head over by his shoulder and said into his ear "No, you don't have to if you don't want to," and I think I held his hand a little tighter. He smiled, touched the glittery cardboard-like crown-thing that he'd put on his head (there was all this glittery, jeweled purple stuff about, I've no idea why..maybe it was falling asleep with my purple journal/sketchbook near me?..no, wait, bet it was the purple wings of the nephilim in Many Waters, which I'd been reading..)...and it seemed like I'd made that for him? "No, I want to," he said, and rubbed his thumb along my hand....
..and then I woke up. Still breathing heavily, pressure still on my hand. Then realised that this was because I was on my stomach, with my hand under the pillow beneath my head. *sigh* ...but..it was so sweet...seemed so real (well, 'cept for the location, the old ladies, the purple stuff...*g*)... ...and my current resolution is that I *can't* chicken out next time I get a chance like at the movies the other day...I *can't*...
...*sigh* but I'll probably change my mind by tomorrow, decide no, what if..?, and what's the use?, and.....
......*sigh*.