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I had a dream that I was in love. The man had skin the color of caramel and he was kind and playful and wise. He had given me a promise ring with a pink stone in it and I kept looking at it and admiring it and thinking of him. He had a ring just like it but with a green stone and the metal that held it was silver, not gold. I never actually thought to myself of love in the dream but I know I never wanted to leave him. Near the end of the dream, I was following a trail to him through a walk between high wooden fences to a wide but enclosed backyard that had small dancing stars. Each one was a different color and he was laying amongst them, looking at me. When I came over, he got up and vanished into a sparkling blue dust and the stars started dancing around me, happy as can be. "the only way to defeat them is to play with them." He had said as they pulled out small red balls from behind them and started throwing them around me to each other. And so I did for a while and I was happy. Then I suddenly looked around me and asked "Is this a dream?" The stars stopped their playing and danced around me gleefully. "Yes it is." He had said and my eyes went skyward. I was instantly draped in the same blue dust and was whisked away to where he was as he embraced me for a kiss.
And then I woke up.

It's dreams like this that make me question if the person is real. I saw him vividly enough, but it was a dream. I guess only time will tell.

Hm.
I keep having this recurring dream, maybe a grand total of three or four times now, and I don't know what it could mean.
The circumstances are never the same, and it's always as though this interrupts something else. But what happens is that I find eyes growing on or under my skin. It's never alarming or enough to warrant freaking out or waking up, just always kinda disgusting. The sort of I-just-know-because-it's-my-dream impression is always that the eyes are...incomplete? Imperfect? Sort of like that.