My dreams are never foretelling; my dreams seem to be of longing, of deep desires swelling in my subconscious awaiting deliverance.

When I dreamt of him pulling out a ring before the crazy doctor tried to cut me up, I was shocked.

When I dreamt about him asking me to marry him in between a kiss, I knew that it couldn't be a close-in-the-future event, if a possible event at all. I know how he feels about marriage. But I still felt excited.

When I dreamt of him crumbling before me and confessing his love after I shared my heart, I felt a deep longing in my chest for at least one of my dreams to be telling of the future.

I wish I had the strength and courage to make my dreams come true so that, ultimately, my desires can be met. Maybe that's the problem. Desires.