I like to mess with people's minds sometimes.

Have you ever had a dream about someone and forgot about it and then you see them and you get this jolt and suddenly you remember the dream and just as suddenly you see them in a totally different light?

I’m not saying that happened to me, but hypothetically, let’s say I have this FRIEND who had a dream about a guy who works in her office. He’s not a co-worker, but his group shares a suite with my FRIEND’S group. And yes, we can stop the charade – there is no FRIEND. It’s me. In case you’re super dense and hadn’t figured that out yet. Anyway, this guy is totally nice and he’s good looking, and I decided that even though we’re friends and talk kind of a lot, he’s not the kind of guy I want to date. It’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s nothing remotely akin to long-term potential. I don’t think about him outside work – in fact, I don’t give him a lot of thought AT work, unless I happen to run into him, so it’s bizarre that he showed up in the dream at all, especially in that context. Because in the dream? We were kissing. And not just the “hi, how’s it going” type of kiss.

Then I saw him and remembered the dream. Luckily, we were passing at the elevator, and so I had time to recover from the jolt before I had to make conversation. So today, Iwas eating lunch outside by myself and he came out to say hi and so I said “Oh, by the way – you were in my dream the other night. We were making out. I’m not kidding. We were.” And in that split second I saw him think about it and then turn the loveliest shade of red. And THEN I said “I just thought I’d tell you – have a good lunch!” and knew that when he went back to his desk that he would be thinking about it. And he’d tell his friends. Not because I’m so hot that the guy couldn’t help but think about hooking up with me, it’s just that when a decent looking girl tells a guy she dreamt they were making out, he’s gonna think about it. It’s a given – helloooo? He’s a guy. And also, I know he and his co-worker boys think about stuff and talk amongst themselves, because one time I was wearing my knee high black boots and I saw one of the guys and suddenly, the rest of them were wandering around with the desire to talk to me. And then one gave it away when I asked him why he kept staring at my skirt by saying “yeah, uh, Donny said you looked hot today.” Suave, boys.

Usually I would probably keep the dream to myself, however, on the heels of last week’s destructive kick, I’m embarking on a perhaps reckless “devil may care” kick. My friend Marlene at work says that I’m “on a tear.” Maybe I am. Whatever it is – insert evil laugh here – it’s FUN.

**Update** About 30 minutes after I posted this blog, who should wander over to my office but the Boy from the Dream. We chatted, there was flirting (as usual) and then he asked me out. No concrete plans as of this minute, but I figure what the hell. It's not like I'm doing anything right now anyway. AND, he's a Scorpio, and I love me some Scorpio men. If you're a Scorpio or a Taurus, chances are pretty good I will find you irresistible. I will try to hide it, but I will probably secretly be figuring out how I can make out with you. Heh. And heh. Seriously, I'm horrible. This, THIS is what happens when I get bored...