Karma Chameleon... in Dreams

Last night I had the strangest dream.
There was no boat to China,
Where I went I did not find ya,
Still I have yet to get my laundry clean.
I still want to hold ya,
Dafuq does it mean!?!?

If you don’t get that, we can’t be friends. Just kidding.

Last night was strange as hell tho. Two separate dreams (I think) I saw a cat fall to his death from the bottom step of a stair way - like literally only fell one step, then was (I think) being immediately chowed down on by some kittens, or at least that’s what it looked like. My mind is a really strange place. It needs its own “Do Not Enter” sign.

The weirder part is the fact that in my dream, I ended up holding a former friend (we just didn’t talk anymore so she was one of the ones who got deleted in my last round of Facecrook purges.

Funny side note, I started writing while I was waiting on my food to be done, I ate, and when I started typing again, I turned on the television, and funny enough, Inception is on. How appropriate.

Anyway, LA is someone who I’ve know somewhat for a long time, although there is a considerable age difference. She is cute - nothing special in the looks department, but her personality is absolutely spectacular. Not gonna lie, because of that, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on her. There was and never will be any chance of anything coming of it, so it’s kinda odd that she’d show up like this.
She was sad about something, and I was hugging her, and she was crying with her face buried in my chest, and there were admissions of attraction and even love - neither of which were ever discussed between us, save one oops where she was texting me cause she got my number mixed up with her boyfriends. Later I had to ask what “glomp” meant. Nothing bad, just a tackle hug. Her description.
I can’t lie, even several years later, I do kinda wish things could have worked out with her. But she’s still living with her first love (after several years - lucky bastards) in another state no where near me and we’ve lost touch.
I’m the type of person who believes dreams mean something. Given the cat was fine when I got home from work - 2 hours late at that - I’m more curious about what the scenes with LA mean. It was really really nice - not her crying, the hugging and confessions part. I’m hoping it means something positive is going to happen on the love front, but I say that with a cautious lack of expectation.
Guess this is what happens when it’s been entirely too long since I’ve been hugged, or kissed, or had someone tell me they love me. I cannot honestly remember the last time I heard those words.
Gonna do dishes and and get ready to pass out.