Ok or not, but as a person who never really likes someone in real life, my first crush was a guy with a dark blue prosthetic right arm who I met in a dream (not erotic) and never saw again ✌️ hah. (I was depressed for three fucking days after it, like I'd lost someone real)
But never tell that to the guy from my old dream, where I was standing near a forest, and a herd of deer was in the distance by the water. One of them seemed anxious and lost, so I tried to approach it, but my legs got heavy and I just... sat down. I didn't move closer or back away. Then the deer stood up, walked toward me, and lay down beside me. I lay down too, and it put its head on my chest. I started stroking it, and... this is where it gets weird, it transformed into a guy with a short haircut and grey eyes, who looked like he was in absolute bliss when I scratched his head. He practically purred, haha. Then he stood up, smiled, and said he'd come back to me. And left. (funny, because this year we actually saw wild roe deer in our backyard.) So I'm still waiting...
(now I want to draw myself waiting 😆 wait for it.)
But honestly, I'm maybe in despair or going mad or just... I don't know... heartily waiting for my deerman, heh.
If seriously though, I'm curious whether this is one aspect of my asexuality, or just natural? (like, a lot of people never feel a crush on someone at all, but then why do they even start dating in general?) And why do I feel deep sympathy in dreams and never in real damn life?
I'm starting to think my brain specifically avoids it to keep me safe, and your "love" is just loser's propaganda 🙃.
I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share your own experiences and dreams (the ones with a person you never forget, in a good way).