I dreamt about Michelle. It was another recurring dream. I seem to have a lot of them lately. Adults who experience frequent recurring dreams tend to have worse psychological health than those who do not, and many experts theorize that these dreams may be a way to work through unmet needs or process trauma. My recurring dreams are not always about Michelle, but I have them frequently.
Michelle and I were shopping for swimsuits. We found one that was as beautiful as the sunset after a hot stormy Texas day. The colors were vivid and vibrant. It looked a lot like the one she already had but was much more memorable. It was a bigger size than she needed, and she was complaining about how it wouldn't look good on her because it would be too baggy and not fit right. I was trying to tell her how cute it was and how absolutely gorgeous she would look in it.
Chele just rolled her blue eyes and told me that she probably would not be getting in the hot tub anytime soon so she would not be wearing it. I tried convincing her otherwise. We talked about how much fun it was to get in the hot tub when it was hot outside.
Then I woke up. -Womp womp
It was a nice dream. I wish I could have more of those. Recurring or not. Screw the expert's theories.
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