Dream Weaver

I’m sure that my incessant talking about the Marine is getting annoying. But, I’m going to do it anyway. I can’t stop thinking about him. And there’s not much else going on in my life boy wise. I had the best dream about him! He was back and I was helping him unpack and I kept saying “I can’t believe you’re back” over and over. It felt so real. I woke up with this huge grin on my face and just felt happy. It’ll be 3 weeks on Wednesday since he’s been gone. It seems like so much longer than that. But only 3 weeks. But, on the plus, it’s that much closer to him getting back. I haven’t heard from him yet. I’m still hoping that I will. I’m not expecting to. I’m cautiously hopeful. I’m sure at some point while he’s gone I will. Right?! This is definitely testing my patience. And, for the record, I think I’m doing pretty good. (Hey, there’s nothing wrong with patting oneself on the back when one truly deserves it!) I mean, to be fair, I rarely talk about him to people. And I don’t whine about it on facebook. I’m being good. Just because I’m picturing various scenarios of our reunion doesn’t mean anything bad. It means I have too vivid of an imagination. Here are some of my favorites:

Scenario 1:
The first is pretty normal. He tells me ahead of time when he’s getting back and that he wants me there to greet him at the gates. I bring It Girl with me for moral support, because I’m way too nervous and emotional to go alone. We wait for him along with all the other families of Marines. Then all the arriving Marines get there. It’s a sea of chaos. I’m searching frantically for him. Then I see him. (Cue the Dream Weaver* song here. Hey..it worked for Wayne in Wayne’s World when he saw Cassandra, why wouldn’t it work here for me?) We run to each other in slow motion. Well, not really in slow motion, but it feels like slow motion. And my hair would flow really cool in slow motion. I jump into his arms as he picks me up and swings me around. (Yes, I plan on losing weight to make sure this could happen.) We hug for an hour and a half. Well, not really, cause that would be awkward. I mean, how would you end a hug that long? At one hour and thirty-one minutes you’re like “Ok, that seems long enough. So…how’s it going…?” But we hug for a really long time. And I cry, because even in my fantasies I’m a big cry baby. It’s ok. I accept that about myself. It’s endearing really.

Scenario 2:
He doesn’t tell me when he’s getting home. I just know roughly when it is. I’m sitting at my apartment one day studying. I’m frustrated and overwhelmed with studying for the bar. But, I’m persevering, and sticking through with it. There’s a knock at the door. I’m expecting it to be It Girl (why is she in all of the scenarios?) to study. I think to myself that it’s weird that she doesn’t just come in like she normally does. I figure maybe I left the door locked a little (If the deadbolt isn’t completely put on “unlocked” it gets stuck.) and go to open the door. I open the door prepared to say “I meant to lock you out” or something equally sarcastic. But it’s not It Girl. It’s the Marine. Standing in my doorway. The Marine is in my doorway. I just burst into tears. He laughs and hugs me. He got my address from all my letters and wanted to surprise me. In some variations he has daisies, because he remembers a letter I wrote where I said that I loved the part in You’ve Got Mail where Tom Hanks shows up with a bouquet of daisies cause Meg Ryan mentioned a long time ago that they’re her favorite. And I love that Meg Ryan says they’re the friendliest looking flower. They really are. Anyway, he remembers my saying that, so he bought me some to surprise me.

Scenario 3:
It’s the day of my law school graduation. I’m stoked in my cap and gown with my friends. I go up on the stage and get hooded by my favorite professor. (For non-law school people: “hooded” is the process of the student getting this sash thing which gets worn with the cap and gown. For law school people: you know who my favorite professor is.) I shake the professors hand and then go get my diploma. While I’m looking out at the audience I see a Marine. (I have Marine radar- “MarineDar” if you will- and can spot one from a mile away.) I think how cool it is that someone else has a Marine there, and am slightly bummed it’s not my Marine. Well, the ceremony ends, and I go to find my family and friends to start celebrating. I’m standing with everyone posing for pictures and whatnot, when the Marine starts walking in my direction. It takes me two seconds to realize that it is him. I stand there, too stunned to move (though Dream Weaver is playing in this scenario too. I’m not too stunned to have a soundtrack start in my brain) and make him walk all the way to me. “Congratulations.” He says. I throw my arms around him and hug him so tightly. And I cry. And he mocks me for crying: “Are you crying??” To which I respond: “You’re a jerk. Is it time for you to go back to Afghanistan yet?” And with that, all is right with the world again.

Ok, these are just a few of the scenarios. I could go on for days, but maybe I’ll save more for a different day. And yes, I know that none of these are likely. What will most likely happen will be that I get a phone call in August with him saying “Yeah, I’ve been home for a month and a half now.” But, who wants to dream about anything realistic? Boring!

*For reference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPWNsGFXCZk

Lyrics (As if everyone doesn’t already know the lyrics by heart!!!!!):

Dream weaver
I've just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light

Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today's pain

Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light

Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side

Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
Dream weaver