Soul Mates Meet Online

Let me begin by saying that the women in my family are dreamers. Maybe we don’t dream any more than the average person; but we dream vivid stories that play out like movies in our minds with elaborate backdrops and great attention to detail. Some of us have recurring dreams. Some of us have dreams that are visions of the future. I don’t know if we possess psychic ability or if these dreams are some sort of out of body experience. Call it what you will. As for me, I’ve had both; and hardly a night goes by that I don’t have at least one dream. Most are quickly forgotten upon awaking; but on rare occasions I have had dreams that made such an impact on me, I can remember them even after the passage of many years.

When I was about 14 years old I had a dream that probably wasn’t unlike dreams that many other girls have at that age. So why did I remember it all these years? For most of the years I never knew the answer; but I feel I have it now. First, the dream…

I was sleeping over at a friend’s. Before bedtime nothing unusual happened. We made brownies, watched TV, gossiped, etc. Afterwards, we fell asleep wondering what great fun we would have the next day. As dreams often do, it occurred just before I woke up. It was so real I could feel it. I don’t mean I could imagine feeling it; I mean I COULD FEEL IT! I was in my friend’s den. I don’t know what I was doing there. I was just there. Then he came in…tall, reddish blonde curly hair, blue eyes, just a hint of freckles. He wasn’t my ideal, not drop dead gorgeous; but there was something…something I couldn’t put my finger on. He didn’t speak; and neither did I. Music was playing from somewhere out of the woodwork. So we just started dancing…slow dancing…standing oh so close to each other. It is important to note that I had never slow danced with a boy before. Somehow in my dream, I knew exactly what I was doing…or maybe he did. He sure seemed like he did. He didn’t appear to be much older than me, but he seemed worldly. He seemed to know me; but I didn’t know him. I had never seen him before. Even so, he was familiar. We just kept dancing, holding each other close. There still weren’t any words, but it didn’t matter. It felt so good…so right…like I could stay there forever. And then...and then…it happened. He looked tenderly at me. He lowered his head. His lips touched mine. They were so soft, so tender. He was kissing me. What? A kiss? NO! THE KISS! A kiss like no other. I felt like I was melting. Again, I emphasize the word “felt” because I COULD FEEL IT! There was so much in that kiss…so much love…so much promise. Then, it was over. Not the kiss, the dream. I was awake. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep. I didn’t want to lose him, to lose that feeling. I couldn’t close my eyes for thinking about the dream, for thinking about HIM. I had never kissed a boy, but from that moment on I knew what it would…no, I knew what it SHOULD feel like. To this day, I can still feel that kiss. After all, it was my first.

In all the years since I had that dream; I have only shared it with a few people. I guess I always knew it was somehow important; but it really didn’t enter my life on an everyday basis. I would recall it once in a while when something would trigger the memory. I would remember fondly; and once again wonder who HE was. Then life’s realities would take him away again. As the years went by I recalled the dream less and less; but I never forgot.

The dream was far from my mind when I met Bruce. Met is a relevant word here. We “met” online, in a chat room to be exact. He made me laugh; and there was something about him. There was an immediate connection like two pieces of a puzzle that you’ve been looking for, something I detected based solely on our conversations. We didn’t exchange photos right away. In fact, it didn’t even come up in conversation. We were happy just talking or typing, actually; and that is how our relationship began. We would meet in the chat room or instant message each other or exchange emails. We talked and laughed and joked about everything. We got to know each other, probably better than most people who are dating do. I thought we would never meet face-to-face as he was so far away from Tennessee. California…isn’t that a foreign country? He said “never say never”. This was how it went for a few months. Then he asked if he could call me. I didn’t have to think about it too hard because I wanted him to call me. I wanted to hear the voice that went with all those typed conversations. I gave him my number; and he called that night. We talked for hours…until the next day…until his ear fell off. I still remember that phone call. I don’t remember another time in my life when I’ve laughed so hard or had more fun than I did then.

Ok, so he called. In the light of the next day, I began to wonder what “never say never” meant. We still chatted online. We still exchanged emails. He called every few days. Soon, it was time. I wasn’t expecting it. I was checking email as usual; and there it was. An email with his photo attached. I wondered briefly if I should look at it….very briefly, that is. Then, I did. I just sat there staring at the reddish blonde curly hair and the blue eyes I had seen before; and I COULD FEEL IT! The dancing, the lips, the kiss, the melting…it all came back like being wrapped in a warm blanket when you’ve just come in from the freezing cold…comforting…just what you need.

NOW, I knew. I knew why I had the dream, why it had always seemed so important, why I met Bruce by chance in a chat room out of millions and millions of people in the online world, why I felt the connection immediately. I knew he was THE ONE. The one who makes me complete, makes me be a better me. The one I’m supposed to spend my life with. The one I love with every fiber of my being. Mo Anam Cara (My soul mate). Not everyone is as lucky as me. I had a road map in the form of a dream to lead me to the love of my life. I don’t know if I could have done anything differently to find Bruce sooner. I don’t think so. As they say, timing is everything. So here I am, in that foreign country called California married to the red-headed stranger; and I CAN STILL FEEL IT!

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