Okay so last night I had this crazy dream about kissing someone I haven’t seen since high school, right? Woke up feeling super confused – like why’s my brain digging up ancient history? Figured I’d actually dig into what kissing dreams might mean instead of just shrugging it off like usual.
The Dream Journal Part
First thing I did was grab my phone and type every single detail I could remember. The faded blue lockers in the hallway, that cheap coconut perfume she always wore, even how my stomach flipped when we kissed. Messy notes but whatever, details matter. Kept doing this every morning for two weeks straight whenever any kissing dream popped up.
The Weird Pattern I Noticed
After scrolling through my notes, three things jumped out:
- Every dream kiss happened in unfinished places – like construction sites or half-painted rooms
- The people were always folks I hadn’t talked to in years
- Felt more nostalgic than romantic honestly
The Google Rabbit Hole
Started searching stuff like “dreaming of exes meaning” and “kissing dreams psychology” during lunch breaks. Most articles said it’s about unmet desires or craving intimacy, but that didn’t click for me. Felt too simple. Then stumbled on this random forum where someone said “old kiss dreams = unfinished business with yourself” – now THAT rang true.
Connecting The Dots
Realized those unfinished locations? Totally mirrored how I’ve been feeling about my creative projects lately – all half-done drafts and scattered ideas. And kissing people from my past? Probably my brain waving flags about how I keep revisiting old mistakes instead of moving forward. Not about romance at all – more like my subconscious screaming “Hey dummy, quit dwelling and finish what you started!”
What Changed
Started using these dreams as little checkpoint reminders now. Every time I dream-kiss someone, I ask myself during morning coffee: “What’s actually unfinished in my life right now?” Already shipped two postponed projects just last week thanks to dream-me dropping hints. Still get weird kissing dreams sometimes, but now I treat ’em like my internal compass acting up. Way more useful than freaking out about exes popping in my sleep!
