Thursday, August 2, 2012

FaceBook before bed?

Last night I had the most Bizarre dreams.  One of those dreams that felt so crazy real and yet strangely odd at the same time.  Now that I am alert and well into my 2nd cup of coffee, I am laughing because each element of my dream is from FB posts that I reviewed before going to sleep.  And possibly the amazing wine I had with dinner on the mini date I had with husband.

So there I was... I was living in my home town, but not with my mother (whew) and I was not married.  I was in a long distance relationship with this amazing man. (who fortunately is now my husband because then this dream would have been very inappropriate and wouldn't be blog worthy).  I was feeling a bit stressed because I had not seen him in almost two weeks since we last talked over FaceTime. (which was odd because email wasn't even a thing yet when we dated)  He was stationed somewhere stateside and I kept checking my phone to see if he had called.  It was exactly two weeks, and I was missing him.  For some reason though I didn't want to call him because I knew he was busy and maybe had decided I wasn't worth the effort for the long distance romance.  I tried to put it out of my head because I was trying to prepare for the production that our town was putting on at the local theatre.  I was singing an opera-ish song and had not a clue what the production was about or even the words to the song. (opera ya'll, seriously?) I was a nervous wreck.  This little woman kept telling me to sit so she could prepare my hair.  I was looking over the music and my phone rang.  The screen showed a picture of my yummy Airman, and I was thrilled.  As was talking to him, the little hair lady kept yelling that I needed to warm up my voice, so I had to sing my conversation to my man.  Needless to say, he was a little weirded out.

My friend from high school kept passing me in the hall.  She rode by on her bike and shouted "Bike riding 30 minutes 210 calories burned".  Then on a pogo stick "pogo riding 20 minutes 410 calories burned".  I missed my man terribly and was hanging on to his every word.  I loved the sound of his voice and I hated that our time to speak was so limited.  He said he was deploying and would be in town for a layover, (again crazy bc there is only a tiny airport in our hometown that the AF would never land a jet). He wouldn't have to much time to see me because he would only have 45 minutes from the time he landed until take off.  Apparently he was scheduled to land at the exact time my singing would be over. PERFECT!  I ended the call, and stepped out on the stage which was now an open arena in Italy!  I sang my heart out! It was so amazing, I surprised myself.  I then jumped on my high school friend's scooter and pressed the button that said 'scooter 20 minutes 2 calories burned'.  I arrived at the airport and there was a LONG line of people holding Chick-fil-a cups and a sign that read 45 minute wait from this point.  There were security everywhere.  Apparently my man is a big deal!  His parents arrived by limo and were escorted to the front of the line while Chariots of Fire played over the loud speakers.

As I neared the front of the line, my man was signing autographs (anyone who knows Husband will find that hilarious, he's not an attention seeker at all).  Our eyes met.  He smiled and waved and then the Air Force people dressed in heavily armored gear, told him it was time to go.  He stepped off the platform and walked up to me kissing me like a rock star.  His plane took off and I was alone on the runway with an autographed picture of my Airman.  I felt so sad and alone.  Wondering where this relationship was headed.  What I should do.  Wondering if he had swoons of fans all over the world.  I missed his touch, his smile, and his wowie wow wow kiss.

Then I woke up and who's in front of me??  In my bed??  HUSBAND!!  I was married to this amazing man and I get to be a part of his world.  I laid there giggling, thinking back on my dream.  I couldn't get back to sleep.  Flashbacks of my dream and our relationship over the last 20+ years.  Almost 16 of those years as husband & wife.  We have had our highs & lows but they have only drawn us closer.  I couldn't imagine it any other way.  I am crazy about my man and no matter what the day holds, I know I have an amazing husband to turn to.

So... no more FaceBook before bed.  I am very proud of my Opera genius friend who did in fact recently perform in Italy.  My friend who posts all her activities and how many calories she has burned.  Many had chick-fil-a yesterday and posted about their wait times.  Husbands parents don't travel by limo, but I guess they are like royalty to me, and he IS my prince.  Chariots of Fire?  Obviously the Olympics, but we should all have our own theme music, don't you think?

I realize now that I don't have great pictures of him or us.  I spend all my picture taking time on our kids and nature.  Hmm.  This isn't a picture that either of us would delight in, mostly because the sun was crazy bright and blah blah blah, but it's the most current one I have.  :-)  Where did all the gray hair come from?  Sheesh.