Your Messenger message:

"I first dreamed about this person at a time when I wasn't even particularly aware yet of her presence. I just knew her. We had brief conversations, but nothing particularly worth remembering. The first time I dreamed of her, we were on a boat. I don't remember much of the details. But as the dreams occurred more and more often, what I remember distinctly is how the level of intimacy progresses. In the next dream, for instance, we held hands. And though I don't remember the details, I remember the general feeling I felt as I was dreaming. The dreams occurred again and again, each time progressing in terms of intimacy, but only in terms of feeling and the knowledge of what is going to happen next. The images didn't so much show the actual things. But each time, I woke up feeling like I experienced the intimacy.

"It's been years since we last spoke and saw each other, but in those years, the dreams still occurred. And last night again. I once again remember her familiarity."

My reply:

Hello ___!

Your dream has nothing to do with lesbianism or relationships you are uncertain of in your waking life.

Your dream is about yourself. The girl/woman is someone you may have subconsciously been admiring or wanting to be like, and the gradual merging between the two of you is really a good sign--it is is an image of your attaining, albeit slowly, what you want to become.

This is as far as my interpretation goes, because your dream narrative is not a dream narrative. It is a cautiously-written description that omits embarrassing details, in a defensive mode.

My psychic reading is that you are unable to express your true feelings to members of the opposite sex, especially those whom you believe you could have serious friendships with. This may be due to low self-esteem, fear, insecurities dealt by childhood experiences, or your idea that you can never be worthy of the man you truly want. Let your dreams blossom like flowers. Do not be afraid that the flowers will be damaged or plucked. You are not the flowers, you are the plant itself. When the flowers fade, a thousand other flowers will always bloom in their place.