Post by Leels on Nov 23, 2017 13:59:36 GMT -5
I had this dream in the 8th grade, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. I've kept the memory sacred in the depths of my mind for all of these years. It means very much to me. I am not sure what sort of sign from God that it is, but I appreciate it.
I was at a formal party. The lights were flashing, reds, greens, purples, blues... it was late at night. I was wearing a dark dress with sparkles rolling down the bottom of the dress. A very tall man came up to me and said, "Hey, Lelia. C'mere for a second."
I asked, "Why?"
He said, "Just... c'mere." and he grabbed me by the arm and led me to a clearing, away from all of the noise. We were alone. The man had dark hair. He wore a black tux and a white undershirt. I hadn't seen his haircut anywhere else other than in some 80's TV shows. He wore a cowlick in his hair, and that was strange, but it was perfect.
He looked deep into my eyes and told me, "Lelia, we've been through hell and back together. We've been to hell and back twice together. I don't want to stop this feeling that I have deep down inside my heart." I began to cry. I was never expecting this. I held my hand up to my mouth as he knelt down on one knee, making himself slightly shorter than I am. He stuck his knee into the dewy, somewhat groomed grass and pulled a black ring box out of his pocket.
He opened the box and there was a generous amount of diamond on a silver ring. "Will you marry me?" he asked in a deep and serious voice.
I dropped to my knees, tears in my eyes, "Of course I'll marry you," I said. I had never been so happy in all of my life. We got up and he knelt down to hug me. I remember burying my face into his neck. Under his left ear he had two freckles. They were in a straight line, the one right under the ear was slightly darker than the other one.
I never got the privilege of seeing his face. I only heard his deep, serious voice and saw him in the dream. It was as if God had censored his face.
Although I am not sure whether this dream was predicting the future or if it was just giving me a sign about something else, it still, to this day, holds a very special place in my heart.
I know a man. He has a cowlick that I have only seen on him. The only other place I have seen it has been on the TV. Because, who does that anymore? He is 6'2" His hair is black. He has the two distinct freckles underneath his left ear. Somehow, I think that I have found him. Call me crazy, but I can't think of any other possibility.
I was at a formal party. The lights were flashing, reds, greens, purples, blues... it was late at night. I was wearing a dark dress with sparkles rolling down the bottom of the dress. A very tall man came up to me and said, "Hey, Lelia. C'mere for a second."
I asked, "Why?"
He said, "Just... c'mere." and he grabbed me by the arm and led me to a clearing, away from all of the noise. We were alone. The man had dark hair. He wore a black tux and a white undershirt. I hadn't seen his haircut anywhere else other than in some 80's TV shows. He wore a cowlick in his hair, and that was strange, but it was perfect.
He looked deep into my eyes and told me, "Lelia, we've been through hell and back together. We've been to hell and back twice together. I don't want to stop this feeling that I have deep down inside my heart." I began to cry. I was never expecting this. I held my hand up to my mouth as he knelt down on one knee, making himself slightly shorter than I am. He stuck his knee into the dewy, somewhat groomed grass and pulled a black ring box out of his pocket.
He opened the box and there was a generous amount of diamond on a silver ring. "Will you marry me?" he asked in a deep and serious voice.
I dropped to my knees, tears in my eyes, "Of course I'll marry you," I said. I had never been so happy in all of my life. We got up and he knelt down to hug me. I remember burying my face into his neck. Under his left ear he had two freckles. They were in a straight line, the one right under the ear was slightly darker than the other one.
I never got the privilege of seeing his face. I only heard his deep, serious voice and saw him in the dream. It was as if God had censored his face.
Although I am not sure whether this dream was predicting the future or if it was just giving me a sign about something else, it still, to this day, holds a very special place in my heart.
I know a man. He has a cowlick that I have only seen on him. The only other place I have seen it has been on the TV. Because, who does that anymore? He is 6'2" His hair is black. He has the two distinct freckles underneath his left ear. Somehow, I think that I have found him. Call me crazy, but I can't think of any other possibility.