That's the sound of me trying to describe a dream I don't remember. It's like looking for a black cat in a dark room when he wasn't there, as the saying goes.
All I remember is that I was looking for Diane, a girl from Bible Study (aka, The Cult). I'd had a crush on her back then, when it was forbidden (primarily because she was married at the time). When I reconnected with her on Facebook a few years ago, she was single and I was married. Now we're both single, but she's moved out of California. I flirted with the idea of flirting with her, but never it never got past the "good friend with noble and pure intentions" stage. Always the bridesmaid, me.
But I have had some nice dreams about her in the past couple of years. God help me, it's my only avenue of fulfillment these days. So, naturally, I get jacked, Inception-style, by the Dream Police and robbed of the memory of a dream I barely had, about a girl for whom I have an unfulfilled longing and couldn't find in my dream, even if I could remember it.
It's like thieves stealing your car, then taking the information from your glovebox to come back later and rob your house, and while they are there, they hack into your computer and steal your identity. On the way out, they conk you over the head, so you have amnesia. Ah, crap, I'm even failing at coming up with an adequate, non-convoluted analogy.
FML!
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