After 16 Years, I Still Dream About My First Love.I just woke up with after another dream about my first girlfriend. I've always had them here and there but lately these dreams haunt me every other day. When I say "haunt", it's not to say these dreams are bad--infact they are usually very sweet, but they often have me waking up with powerful emotions. In this latest dream, she moved into a house across the yard from me with her children. The house looked exactly like mine and one day I accidentally walked into the wrong house. The mistake was a pleasant one as it lead us to talk and i got to meet her children.
When i met her children i felt something like reverence. Perhaps it was a little closer to "wow-these are the children of my first love" I remember feeling that it was very good to meet them. I also had all kind of ideas of talking to her, helping her with her daily task, and whatever else i could do to be near her.
I remember a poem once that described well the emotion of the dream, though I've forgotten its title. The poem describes spring as a cruel reminder of autumns death as it peels away the comfortable blanket of winters forgetfulness. These dreams, however sweet, are a cruel reminder of the death of things long past.