5/17/17

A little backstory first: I used to have a big crush on one of my old coworkers (we’ll call him Travis).  The crush started a few years ago when we both used to work there and before I started dating my fiance, Michael.  Although I love Michael and would never leave him for anyone else, I think a little spark of the crush still remains, because Travis tends to show up in my dreams now and again. We’ll call the other character in this dream Charlie.  He was a classmate of mine growing up, and in this dream, I guess there was a little bit of a love interested between me and Charlie (there never was in real life).  Brenda was my best friend in grade school and junior high, but we had a falling out in high school.  In this dream, it seemed like we were good friends again.

The dream began with Charlie and I waiting for an elevator (there were two) at my past workplace.  We made light conversation, but it was awkward.  It seemed like we were both holding something back.

Both of the elevators arrived at the same time.  Charlie went to the one on the left while I entered the door on the right.  As soon as I was in the elevator, I sat down, without pressing any buttons for the floor I needed to reach.  With my knees bent, I stared at my feet while the doors began to close.  Feelings of longing and sorrow filled my head.

Just before the doors closed, a hand reached in and stopped them.  My coworker, Travis, stood before me.

Travis: “So what’s going on between you and that other guy?”

Me: “Nothing.”

Travis with a slight smirk: “Really? It didn’t look like ‘nothing.'”

Me: “Well, him and Brenda are kind of together now, so, yeah. Nothing.”

As he noticed I was upset by the situation, the smirk left his face.  He knelt on one knee in front of me and said: “Oh, I’m… sorry to hear that.”

When I looked up, I was surprised to see him looking back at me with eyes that were actually filled with empathy and sincerity.  He leaned forward.  With one hand next to me on the elevator floor and the other softly supporting the back of my head, he kissed me.

The kiss was the perfect blend of soft enough to make me melt and forceful enough to show the passion he felt.  It seemed to last for ages, but I didn’t want it to end.  When our lips finally parted, we stared each other in the eye, not knowing what to do next.