A Dream of Wrestling, Love, and Unexpected Connections

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Dreams have this magical way of pulling us into worlds we never imagined, blending reality with fantasy in the most unexpected ways. Last night, I had one of those dreams—the kind that leaves you wondering what it all means and wishing you could dive back in to see how it ends. It was surreal, emotional and oddly cinematic. Let me take you on this journey with me.

It all started at a restaurant. I was feeling good, rocking my cute hair, though it was a little out of place. As I headed to the bathroom to fix it, I passed by the kitchen and spotted Jacob (name changed)—a guy I went to school with. He was a football player, someone I never really connected with and I always thought he was straight. But there he was, noticing me. He smiled and as I walked by, I brushed his shoulder lightly with my fingers. It was such a fleeting moment, yet it felt charged with something unspoken to him but not me.

After fixing my hair, I returned to my table and to my surprise, Jacob was sitting there. Just like that, the dream shifted and suddenly, I was at his place. He asked me if I could wrestle him, recalling my thing for wrestling back in school. I laughed and asked, "What kind of wrestling? Sexy, pro, or college?" He chuckled at the "sexy" suggestion and said, "Pro." 


I wanted to make sure neither of us got hurt, so I meticulously wrote down the order of moves we’d perform and even came up with a safe word—just in case. Before I knew it, we were in a wrestling ring, on TV, of all places. The arena was more like NWA from the 1980’s rather than something like WWF where there was a huge crowd. The crowd was roaring and then Ruth, his girlfriend—or maybe wife—stormed into the arena. She was furious, accusing him of fulfilling some "gay thing" with the "weird gay guy from school"—me. 


The scene shifted again, and we were on a couch. Jacob was in the kitchen, leaving me to sort things out with Ruth. She was upset, blaming me for taking him away. I tried to explain that Jacob and I weren’t a thing, not even friends—we were just wrestlers playing our parts. But then she grabbed a remote and played back the scene from the restaurant. It showed me brushing his chest, not his shoulder and him following me to the restroom, watching me fix my hair. It wasn’t creepy—it was sweet, like something out of a romantic movie.


I told Ruth that maybe her feelings were the reason Jacob had been living a lie. She paused, and then, to my surprise, she agreed. She said she loved us both, even though I didn’t even know her. She confessed she’d rather be happy knowing we were happy together and that she was already with the man she loved before Jacob—someone else from school who might also be gay, or maybe not.


The funny thing is, I had/have no interest in Jacob. I wasn’t invested in any of it—I was just there, caught in this whirlwind of emotions and drama. As I reached out to take Jacob’s hand to tell him something, my 3:30am alarm went off. I woke up, desperate to know how the dream would’ve ended. I tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. The dream was gone, leaving me with lingering questions and a strange sense of wonder.

  

Dreams like this remind me of the complexity of human emotions and the stories we carry within us, even unconsciously. What do you think this dream means? Have you ever had a dream that felt so vivid and layered, you couldn’t shake it? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear your interpretations.  


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