Another boyfriend dream

I had another boyfriend dream last night.

He was blonde, and cute, maybe American. I think he and I were seven years younger than my actual age now. We were on his parents’ farm and there were beautiful, very large, strong horses jumping over fences. We were with his family walking a field, and he was having issues with his father. But at the end, when we were walking a little separate from the group I told him something, and he looked at me, and we kissed. And I woke up - just moments ago - with the taste of that kiss still on my mouth and this powerful feeling that moved through me like a shot of voltage.

It’s been too soon between boyfriend dreams. Not a good sign.

And this one was extremely vivid, I remember the colour of the horses and that his father had a dark, bushranger style beard. And how funny the dream should be so detailed as to build in a complicated relationship between father and son - there was an unresolved competitiveness there that was causing the son grief. The kiss was actually not that great, a bit too wet. But the emotional feeling was awesome. All too real.