I had a dream on August 14th 2017 of a beautiful, tall, sweet gentleman with a London accent. He cared for me, showed me love and treated me like diamonds. In the first dream I had of him, we were at my college, what was then; my future college - talking beside his motorcycle. He called me "Luna, love" and treated me like the only woman in the world to him. Coming back to the present day, I still dream about him most nights and I just want to find him. Will I meet him soon? He reassured me that we'll meet soon in what we started calling the "physical world". He told me that he would find me in college and I'm still waitng. This isn't my first year of college yet though, it's an access course to get me into university. Next year will be my first year and he assured me that we'd meet. He also said that it's a possiblily of us meeting in England, as I'll T be going there soon. Please, let me know if I'm going to find him soon. I need to know if I will. This is the original account from my dream journal, that I regularly keep so that I might show it to him someday and laugh about all of this:
Thursday 14th August, 2017
I had the most amazing dream last night. A man who I've never seen before was talking to me. We were holding hands and acting like a couple. It's not the guy from thisman.org. He was taller than me at about 5'7. aHe has the most amazing silver grey eyes like Draco Malfoy's. He had long shoulder length black wavy hair like how I imagine 7th year Sirius Black would look like. He had somewhat pale somewhat tanned skin like Remus Lupin. He had the style of Shadow, Sirius and Draco. He was wearing a pale grey t-shirt with an emblem of the Killian Jones with the quote I'm so serious on it, black jeans, a black leather jacket, a Slytherin scarf and black leather ankle boots like the ones that I own but for men. He was smirking at me. He called me “my Luna." He made me feel loved. We were cuddling and kissing. His name was Sam Aerik Winters. I believe that he's my future soul mate. The dream lasted for quite a long time. Sam and I were walking to the house again. He smiled at me, kissed me on the lips, kissed my hands and head. The scary thing was - minutes before I was woken - he said in his gorgeous accent that I couldn’t quite place. I think it was British as it sounded like he was from some part of London, "Goodnight love, I'll miss you. But we'll meet again. I promise you my Luna." That was the end of the dream. Also, it's technically a recurring dream as I dream of my Sam most nights now. He haunts my waking days like a ghost. I just want to be near him, to hold him in my arms and tell just how madly I love him. The first dream wasn't; but lately, my dreams with Sam are lucid. I know exactly what's going on.