I like to call it "hopeless romantic lite"

No joke, I had the most absurd, jump-aroundy dream the other night. I wish I could figure out why some of the people/events made their way into my subconscious...but if that were the case, I guess it wouldn't be my subconscious, now would it? The only thing that I could possibly relate to it is the fact that I finally checked my email from school (after about 3 weeks). Anywho, here goes:

The first part involved me skydiving with a sorority sister/friend from undergrad. I haven't had contact with said sister in at least two years, save for comments occasionally on each other's Facebook statuses (stati?). So, there we are, skydiving - she has her jumpsuit and parachute and I - I have a chair. That's right, just a chair. For the most part, I'm sitting on it upright while plummeting toward Earth. I think the idea was to grab onto her at some predetermined point, but I vividly remember getting that queasy freefall feeling when I realized that I wouldn't be able to actually reach her when it was time (due to the whole gravitational acceleration thing).

I'm not sure if there was a segue, but the next part of the dream took place in the office of my academic department at school. I was discussing with our secretaries about how to handle my tuition bill (this has been a valid concern for me since I registered for thesis credits this semester, but decided to move halfway across the country before said semester began). I don't think any real solution came of it, but I have been known to go to this secretary in times of "ohmygod, I did something too late and the school wants all my money and I'm poor and sleeping on a couch what can I do please help!", so it's understandable why she would make an appearance at this particular time.

The third (and last) part (I hate alarm clocks so much), starred my current mind-tenant*, with whom I've barely had three conversations since moving away in December, and me. Supporting roles were filled by a few of his roommates/brothers/generic space-fillers. Picture, if you will, the scene: a livingroom of mismatched couches, various 20-somethings sprawed about watching TV. I was sitting on one of the couches, and M-T was perched on the arm. He ever-so-gracefully slid down onto the cushion and just sat next to me with our heads and hands together (gay, I know). From what I can recall, he asked me why I haven't talked to him in such a long time, and I'm sure I gave some witty response. In reality, I don't talk to him much because: 1) we're not phone friends (save for a couple times from both parties...oh 5am drunk calls, how I miss thee), 2) he's not a texter (he avoids most conversations with people in general), and 3) I'm so worried now that I'm going to make an absolute fool of myself and kill any glimmer of a chance I once had. Anyway, the dream gets a bit more graphic at this point, so I'll spare any unassuming passers-by the details.

The frustrating thing about the dream is that it reignited the feelings that I had before I left. Not that they had gone away in any sense of the word (I think the M-T has an indefinite lease), but I had learned to become immune to them so that it didn't hurt so damn much. So here I am, thinking even more about what could/should/might/will never be (as one is wont to do when someone has taken up residence in her mind), and there's not a damn thing I can do about it...at this point, that is.

*You might note that I say "mind" rather than "heart"; the reason for this is (at least) two-fold. First, I'm not a gushy, emotional, girly mess who doodles initials bound by a heart on her notebook. Second, I am not even remotely close to calling this a love interest. I'm just so unusually intrigued by this person that I want to learn more. He and I are eerily similar in ways that I don't normally see in other people. I really can't describe the "feeling", so deal with it.