I'm not the only one

Dear Friend:

Sometimes I think, I should write down my dreams. They are kind of weird.

They said dreams are part of the subconscious, they are things that you want but you don't know, yet.
or you don't want to accept it.
Well, recently I have been dreaming a lot with a guy. I don't know who he is. He just becomes my  husband in the dream, and he fell in love with me, he is so handsome, professional, he dress up really nice, and smell so good! I love men when they use cologne, but a really nice cologne. But, I don't believe it. I don't believe someone like that can fall in love with me. I mean, mostly that type of person fell in love with really cute girls, fit girls, who always wears make-up, and I'm not like that. I don't dress up, I don't like using make-up, only when I have to work, I don't work out, even if I try, I don't. I don't eat healthy, in other words, I'm a completely mess. That is the reason why, I don't believe in my dreams, and I wouldn't believe it in real life too.
In my first dream I was getting married to this guy, but I didn't believe it, he was saying it to everybody that he was going to marry me, and I was so happy.
In my second dream, I was having my own business (something that I really, really want) and I was dating this guy, but he was on trouble, he was getting a court for something that he didn't do. I was so worried, so sad, and everybody was telling me to don't worry, that everything is going to be fine, even him. My business, was a partnership with other girls, and it was a success, it was a bar, and we had so many people going there. It was full!
In my third dream, I had it today, it was a little crazy, well, A LOT CRAZY, I was a killer. (I told you). I killed people, but I don't remember why, or who, I just remember, that I the end, I was with him, he was all handsome, tall, black hair, with a really good cologne, we were in his car, and then I stab him, because I couldn't believe he loved me. But when I finish stabbing him, he still was alive. He didn't died, even I thought I stab him well. He ask me why I stab him? I told him because that is what I do, that is what I am,  I stab people, because I don't believe they love me. He told me, I do, I do love you and he got the knife and my hand telling me where to stab him, like showing me he really loved me. I know, I know, its like I was a completely insane person.  But I couldn't stab him. We were going to my family reunion, and he told me I'm going to be with you, I'm not going to leave you. We got there with my family, and he was trying to get ready, to look decent because all the blood and the fight. I told my cousins he was coming out of the car in a minute, he was getting change, I was waiting for him with my cousins, and I was worried he could leave, but I was fine with that, but he wasn't, he really was getting ready.
I know, this last dream was so crazy, but leaving out the killing part, I think it was nice. I even with my craziness, someone stood by my side. I just hope I'm not ended up a killer.
I wake up, and I fall asleep again, I continue with that dream. Sort of... I was in another place looking for him, but I couldn't find him, but I knew he was there, looking for me, but I couldn't find him.

The only thing I did like about these dreams, was that one them was about having my own business. oh! I hope that comes true, I really do. About the love part, I don't know how I suppose to meet someone if I don't go out, or dress up. I really don't have my hopes high on that. But I do, on the business part.

You may say I'm a dreamer, but....