to my future husband

Out of the bizarre things that have happened to me, this is, by far, the most bizarre.  But let me start from the very beginning.

Last night my friend Maria was showing me some wedding dresses (brought on by a couch potato marathon of Say Yes to the Dress) she found from a wedding-themed tumblr, which triggered my own curiosity into wedding blogs, so I scrolled through a few.  Last night I dreamt that I was getting married — which wasn’t that surprising, considering that it was probably just a leftover tangent from the day.  From what I remember, it was a pretty decent wedding.  It was in a church (I remember lots of wood for some reason) that I’d never seen before.  But of course you don’t really care about those details… you want to know, WHO WAS I TYING THE KNOT TO (read: WHO IS THIS POOR SOUL I HAVE TO PITY), RIGHT?  Right.

It would be typical for a dream to cut out the moment you are about to find out something crucial.  Like whether you actually hit the ground when you fall or who your “dream” husband is.  The amazing thing is… I saw him.  Or I sort of did.  And I was shocked, but also proud, because I was like, wow, go dream me!  Dream me soooo scored.

When I woke up (the dream ended shortly after) I was super curious about my dream husband.  I knew I’d had to have seen him somewhere before, because your mind can do some amazing things, but one thing it can’t do is invent people in your dreams.  So I was sure that I had seen this guy somewhere before.  Whether just in passing, or on TV.  Still though.  You’d think, for someone that cute, I would remember exactly where I had seen him.

Today I went back to Target (3rd time this week) to pick up a few things for dinner with Maria. I was browsing the frozen food aisle in concentration. Lasagna or pizza? 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone else in the aisle.  He was a few feet away, ALSO perusing the frozen food aisle.  I opened the glass door and glanced over.  That was when I saw him.  Believe this: he was the guy.  Hot dream husband! In a Joy Division shirt no less!  I was so bowled over I swear I might have shit myself.

I guess he must have sensed my staring at him because then he glanced over.  I quickly turned away and the glass door slammed and caught me on the shoulder.  I flinched and said Shit! while rubbing my shoulder.

Then I heard him.  He said, “You okay?”  He sounded amused, probably because I am an idiot.  This is common.

I froze.  I was so embarrassed I swear I was sweating.  I only gave a brief glimpse over my shoulder and said, “YEP” before walking out of the aisle into the next and weeping silently.

My brain is still spinning.  I am also silently praying that my dream was like a glimpse into the future, because if so… That’ll do, pig.  That’ll do.