Yesterday morning, I had this wild dream about going to my prom but ended up at my prom date's parents' house (with whom I had my basic tragic teen romance) and he was trying to teach me to play chess (I remember thinking 'Game Theory'...LOL). Somehow, the cops were called and one hit on me and I agreed to go out with him. The name in in the dream was very clear: Sgt. Charles Peterson. I do not know anyone with this name. I ended up in a bar where a guy from high school whom I have not seen in 30+ years was the bartender and told me where to find him in the bar. He was there and running after his wife trying to explain me. After that, I woke up and at first I was 'why in the hell did I dream about J being the bartender?' and laughed it off. But the cop name bugged me. I had dated a Charles in college (alas, I did the heartbreaking that time- sorry Charles), but I could not put it together until this morning, when out of nowhere, I thought 'OMG. PETER.' Peter was a guy whom I thought I would marry at one point. (I didn't and as you can see I kind of have blocked him out - it wasn't what I would call a highlight of my life.) So why I dreamed about basically a history of my love life I am not sure. But the pattern recognition this morning was wild.

(I just now realized one other point writing this. I was wondering why my husband wasn't in the dream; I just realized he is the Sgt. I married a 20-year veteran. USMC & NG.)

Damn, waking up is kind of fun!