I had a dream last night. It wasn’t about Navy Guy, but it was Navy Guy adjacent. It wasn’t him, but the connection mirrored him a little bit. This guy was tall, blonde, and gorgeous, and he adored me. He was madly in love and I could feel it. I had no doubt about his feelings. And I shared his feelings. He was beautiful and sexy and smart and kind—and emotionally available. He was everything I wanted in a man, and I knew him. I knew he would never hurt me.
The lessons I get from dreams tend to come from the last few minutes right before I wake up. Toward the end of this dream, we were making out in the car when a man pulled into the driveway and he had to go talk to him. He was a money guy and I had the sense he was often doing business this way. He got out, kissed me one last time, and walked into the garage with this man. Just before they got to the door to the house, he turned and gave me a little wink and smile.
My heart sank.
It was in that moment my intuition kicked at me again. I had been feeling it all day, but had been ignoring it. I just felt so good kissing him and we had become important to each other. Like a nagging big sister with a note from Mom, I didn’t want to hear it.
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