My Own Space Dementia
24 January 2008 @ 07:32 am
Ever since D explained the WWBD acronym to me I keep giggling about it.

Last night he visited me in my dreams again.
It seems to be a real blatant dream, although one without any resolution.
But I also know even blatant dreams aren't always what you think they are.

I was in a small room with Bono, and Julie ([info]oktobergirl) was there and a little girl - between 5-8 years old I think.
Bono was very busy talking to people on the phone and whizzing around the room doing stuff and I kept trying to say something but was too shy.

For some reason Julie and the girl left for a second so it was just Bono and I and I turned to him, gulped down my fear and said "Bono, may I ask you a question?"
and he looked at me earnestly and said "of course"
and before I knew it all I wanted to do was hug him.
So I grabbed him and clung really tight and he hugged me back really tight.
I felt so at peace and relaxed.

But, then I stepped back and said,

"Bono, I wanted to ask you something. But I'm really bad at articulating what I think..."
and he kinda crooked his head to the side so I continued...

"Well, I'm not a religious person really, I'm a spiritual person. I mean I pretty much believe there is a god, and I've prayed to him twice in my life when my brother and my husband were in the hospital sick and I felt desperate, and I felt a warmness around me when I was praying and like someone was listening, but I'm not really religious other than that and going to a religious temple makes me nauseously uncomfortable, but, well, I feel like something is missing, like a spiritual piece of the puzzle..."

and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a smaller room off to the side which turned out to be a bathroom that smelled like roses and I remember looking directly into his eyes trying to find an answer, and he was looking at me, and then I got distracted by those 2 little birthmark thingies on his upper cheek underneath his eye and then the dream was over.

Um what?!