My Dream Soul Mate

I always have the best dreams about my old roommate and good friend. I think of him as a brother but in my dreams he is always my soul mate. Last night was no different. I stayed up way later than I should have in fear that my nightmare would return. Instead, Alex and I were in a Spanish villa like palace with spit levels and huge windows. We stayed mostly near the terrace because guests kept arriving and I was in a panic because someone was missing, the more people that arrived the more of a party it became. Everyone was mingling and dancing and assuring me that he would be here any minute. I wasn't so sure. In fact, I was completely sure that this person I was waiting for was not going to show at all- that my dream would re-direct and I would be carried to some less vivid one where there was no party. I decided to stop thinking about it because sometimes when I think too hard about something my dreams blur and change then I have completely lost the moment. People at the other end of the terrace towards the drive started shouting as if a celebrity was pulling up and I ran to see what all the fuss was about. There was Kyle. He had on a suit and was carrying his luggage. He was surrounded by what looked like security guards or assistants and he had gotten out of a town car. He dropped everything and ran to pick me up. I knew I was happy but I didn't know what I should be happy about. Then he said, "Did you really think I was going to miss our engagement party?" And it was like I already knew that was where we were.

It is always that way when I dream about him. He's saving the day or we're struggling perfectly together. I just don't feel that way when I'm with him. It's like he's my older brother; we play fight, gossip about friends, and talk about our relationships. Other people claim that there is tension there but I never noticed it. Alex even calls him Uncle Kyle. So I guess I said all of that to say that I'm confused with the difference between the dream world and the real one. I don't see or feel any sparks here but there he is Mr. Perfect...seems like my subconscious is pushing me towards something that isn't really there.