Entry Twenty

I'm engaged. That in itself would have been weird enough.

More than that it is who I am engaged to. Tall, dark hair a mess, glasses, strong jaw. No...not Harry Potter (though he very well could be the adult version). No, his name is D**** K*****. He teaches my Ecosystem Management class and until now he was just another person that rattled around in my brain.

On top of it all I am acutely aware of how little I know this man. I can't even remember when or how he proposed to me. I wish I could say that I am feeling the normal feelings of a soon to be bride. But it's hard to be sure what you feel when it's all happening so fast.

We are in a large theater. Waiting for the presentation to start. I'm not exactly sure what it's going to be over. I just know that I'm here with Dr. K*****...I mean D****. So it must be something over birds in French Polynesia. I spot someone I know. Sarah Pabst.

Now what is she doing here? I walk into the theater with D**** by my side. I go directly to Sarah who is in the nosebleed section. D**** heads closer to the front. Torn, I follow Dylan and stop him.

"I have a friend sitting up there," I whisper. Why am I whispering? "I think she might need me"I add. D**** does not say a word but takes my hand and lets me lead him the the section where Sarah is. She's not surprised that I am engaged. So why should I be?

There's still this feeling that I should know more about D****. I should remember loving him at one point. Why is this all wrong? We take our seats and the lights dim.

And then I awaken. No wonder everything was off. Since when does life in my dreams make sense? I shake my head and wonder at the strangeness of me being engaged to D**** K*****.

How embarrassing would it be if he could read peoples dreams in their eyes and he saw me being engaged to him.

I admit that I find Dr. K***** attractive, amusing, and I like his outlook on conservation. But he is far too absorbed in his work. I would need to marry someone willing to spend more than a few months in the U.S.A.

Dreams are funny windows into our complicated and shuffled minds.