I'm not usually a person who experiences particularly strong or vivid dreams, but last night my dream was very vivid.
It took place at my old high school. I've been out of high school for nearly three years, so the fact that I was just wandering the halls alone, looking at the murals, was kind of a shock. Anyway, in my dream I was wearing a pink lace dress and these gorgeous metallic flats that in real life I bought a week ago (I have no idea whether what I was wearing is significant or not, but I figure if it is, then I'd best include it). I was basically just wandering the empty hallways and remembering various memories, and I turned a corner and was face-to-face with the older brother of my (now) fiance. [Some background information: This guy, (let's call him “Ben”), was a senior in high school my freshman year, and a few of my friends idolized him because he was an amazing artist. I admired his talent as well, but I was never one of his “groupies”—I was actually pretty much head-over-heels in love with his oblivious younger brother (who is now my fiance, which proves that good things come to those who wait).]
Back to my dream: I see Ben, and he's leaning against a wall and smirking at me. We don't say anything, but he walks toward me and kisses me passionately, and I'm pretty sure that I kissed him back. During the kiss, my eyes had closed, and when I opened them I was awake. Now in this dream I wasn't engaged to my fiance (because I'm pretty sure I was my “high school self”), but still—I've never had any feelings for Ben, and I've loved my fiance for nearly seven years. If anyone reads this, then please at least attempt to help me interpret it. All of my friends are at a loss, and I seriously have no idea if this is just some random dream or if it's a message from my subconscious trying to tell me something. Thanks for taking the time to read this.