This is about a dream I had. It might not make a lot of sense, but I'll try to explain the characters as we go. What I remember of the dream follows:

Gregg, this guy I knew a long time ago, had come to town. I introduced him to my husband, to the kids, to my best friend Q'adon, to my friends Babe and his wife. Why all these people were in my house, I've no idea. Anyhow, then I took him on a tour in some kind of open vehicle, more like a golf cart than a convertible.

During the tour we picked up a trailer. The trailer had a bunch of potted flowers and trees. I think it's possible Gregg was a groundskeeper or something for a nearby hotel. I know hotels come into this in a minute. Anyhow, so I'm riding along, talking about the area and pointing things out and he's getting plants and "oo"ing and "ah"ing a lot.

We talk about the past very little, he's not that kind of guy. We talk more about my DH and the kids and what I do and so forth. He's engaging and fun, but I can see he still loves me. I find it sweet. I can tell that, as in the past, he won't act on his feelings unless given a reason to do it, so I keep to myself and smile a lot.

He talks of his life for a bit, and I have the feeling he's lonely. He hasn't changed since those years long ago. He's comforting, supportive, loving, caring, and kind; all the things I remember about him.

We drive past this really TALL hotel on the side of a mountain. We're looking up at it through the pine limbs and Gregg asks if that's some kind of Star Trek vehicle he sees. I say yes, this hotel is Star Trek themed, and has holograms of the Enterprise and Voyager and DS9. He just HAS to see them, so we go into the courtyard and kind of sneak around (In the golf cart) looking at the holograms. (I have NO idea if Gregg likes Star Trek. He is a tech geek kind of guy, but I dunno if he's a ST geek.)

Afterward, we arrive at the house with the trailer of plants and DH just goes nuts over it. He thanks Gregg a million times over and starts hauling things into the shed. (We don't have a shed like this one. Ours is one of those small metal jobs. This was DH's dream shop, huge and building-like.) The kids come out and make friends with Gregg, as does Q'adon. I mention how Matt share's a name with Q'adon, for some reason this pleases Gregg. I'm not sure why, maybe it's his middle name.

Babe doesn't like Gregg. You can see it right off. There's nothing definably wrong, but you can tell he doesn't like the newcomer. Gregg is friendly anyhow, ignoring the sarcarstic remarks and shaking Babe's hand.

Gregg takes my hand and returns to the now-empty golf cart to say goodbye. I hug him and he hugs me then he's gone.

The next day (it was kind of "instant time pass" moment, like on TV) Babe, his wife, Scott and I were in this ranch-style home. I was in a back bedroom, they were in the front room. (I just realized, I think it's my parent's house.) Gregg arrives and Babe's wife just goes nuts! Gregg sounds all excited about something and I have the feeling they're discussing how things 'went' with me yesterday. Finally someone shushes him and mentions I'm in the bedroom, hearing every word.

He enters the room and the happiness of being with me is just all over him, plain as day. He moves toward me and I smile.

Then I woke up. Well, I was awakened. I'm left with this strange feeling of Gregg now. Ever have that happen to you? It's not anything specific, it's more an echo of the person you remember. Like you caught their scent and now can't seem to shake it. Usually with me it happens when I dream about Dream Boy, so this was at least not that. That's why I wrote this, to try to help me shake the residue feeling.

Details:

Gregg. Well, I guess the easiest thing to say is to read First Kiss. If you already know what I'm talking about, you have an idea of who he is. I have to honestly say that I don't remember a lot about those years. (I'm kind of grateful.) But when they included Gregg, they are warm and comfortable and safe and loving. He always seemed to understand me, knew what I needed just at the right time to make me feel better about everything. At a time when all any one did was TAKE from me, he GAVE.

Dad went on a trip to Nevada last year and renewed his friendship with Gregg. I have a picture of him, taken by my father last year. I can't look at it without smiling. I mean, it's the same smile and the same face under all that white hair. LOL. Gregg didn't ever marry. Dad goes, "He was serious about waiting for you." and I'm not sure it was a joke. You can't tell with comments like that. Dad also mentioned Gregg would probably love to hear from me in a letter or whatever, but I haven't done that.

Babe and his wife. There's a post about this all somewhere, although I think I refer to him as KING or something. Maybe Arthur. I can't remember now. Basically, these are a couple of really good friends who moved out of my area and up to Seattle (sort of).

Q'adon. This is my kids' godfather. Sal knows him as the G-A-Y Klingon. There's even a whole "Pink Klingon" empire I didn't know about. He took me to see LOTR: Two Towers a few weeks ago. (Thanks again, Q'adon!)

If you have more questions, or want to do a dream interpretation, you can comment!

Until next time, keep your sword sharp and your bow strung! Herete!