This was a long dream with different parts and settings. The theme of the dream was getting ready for a rehearsal dinner later that night and a wedding the next day. The wedding party is in their older 20’s and single, including myself. All through the preparations I am keeping an eye on a particular boy. I’m hoping to get to know him better.
At one point a group of us are sitting around several tables. I know that the boy I have been keeping my eye on is somewhere behind me. Someone leans over and puts his hand on the table. I take the hand and put in on the side of my face. My hand is cradling his on my face.
The hand was warm, large and I could feel some roughness on his finger tips and palms. I couldn’t help from leaning into the palm and closing my eyes. The hand fills me with comfort and peace. I realize that at least one person has seen us.
The guy that I have been keeping my eye on is now in view. That means that the hand I have against my face is not his.
I eventually let the heavenly feeling hand go. I do not know whose hand it belongs to. I do not look around to find out. I’m a mix of feelings. The warmth and comfort of the hand lingers but there is a niggling of embarrassment and disappointment that it wasn’t the guy I had been eyeing.
I know that when I’m ready, I can ask the person that had been watching us who the mystery hand belongs to.