dream faces.

So I had a dream, whilst passing out on my couch after school, of a man I never have met before. Atleast, I don't believe I have met him; however, I must have atleast saw his face once before. It has been said that our minds are only strong enough to be capable of bringing things we've seen before up in our dreams. Our subconscious mind does not have the ability to create a face. Therefore, faces of people in our dreams (even if not recognized in said dream) in all actuality, belong to someone... someone we have witnessed.

In this dream, the man was my boyfriend. (Lately I've been lonely, so I suppose this would make sense.) He was attractive, but an odd kind of attractive I would have never picked up on unless infatuated with him, as I was in the dream. I did not and could not recognize him upon waking up, but in the dream I was strangely attached to him. He went to college, somewhere distant but not too distant, and I was upset because we had some sort of plans. The dream was vague and portrayed a false reality, as they usually do, so it had some how multiplied minutes and jumped to him coming in the early night and setting up some picnic-like scene at the park to make it up to me for a missed out date. This probably sounds disgustingly cliche, but it really was quite the sight, romantic in the LEAST. I woke up feeling lonelier than before, and I wondered...

I wondered if the faces of the people in our dreams are faces of people we were supposed to meet. I don't know about you readers, but there are certain people I see in a crowd and wonder about. I don't necessarily find them appealing, they don't always look friendly, but for whatever reason they are quickly observed and questions are asked within the boundaries of my mind. When I have dreams such as these (of a stranger that my mind some how convinced me I had some deep connection with) it makes me consider that these may be the faces of people I once rudely interrogated in my thoughts.

Sitting in my mom's car, waiting for her to hurry and get some things from the super market, I may glance at a man coming out of his car and wonder what he's thinking or feeling, give him a less-than-vague background story, assume certain things about him... but only for that moment and that moment only. None-the-less, that moment-- even though forgotten the the next hour, maybe only a few moments after-- some how it is still imprinted and forever saved in the back of my mind, a part of my mind that I won't be able to access.... except in dreams. Any face I've ever wondered about, for a fraction of a fraction of a second even, can show up in my dreams... Why is that?

Is there some significance to the people these faces belong to?
Maybe they were someone who could have been part of my life
but because my mind had only recognized their presence for such a short extent
I missed out on this unknown chance to change destiny.


Maybe not, but it's something to think about, right?? =]