This came from a friend, but it resonated so much with me that I just had to share it-

For a few years now, I've been dreaming of the same woman, time and time again. Every time I have the same dream, and she appears. She looks different every time, but her energy is always the same.

It starts with me being out. I'm walking through this nice neighborhood, and I've been looking for a place to live. As it happens, I cross in front of this great little house that happens to have a "For Lease" sign in the window. I try to look inside, but can't get a good angle, and while this is completely out of character for me, I try the door and walk in when I find that it isn't locked. The house, itself, is beautiful, and immediately I get the sense that a woman lives there. Her energy is everywhere, from the furniture choices to the color of the wall, it breathes of a strong feminine influence. But beyond that, what's striking is the art on the wall. I get a sense that she's a photographer and in a sense, her fingerprints litter the walls. She's deep, somewhat sad, but also rich in character. I can see so much in her photographs. She's passionate about what she does and clearly leads a fulfilled life. She's a woman that is whole and lives from her heart. I'm drawn to each picture and have a hard time looking away until I realize that another is available. As I round a corner, I bump into the woman of the house. She's towing a travel suitcase behind her and is clearly on her way somewhere.

Now, like I said, barging into other people's homes isn't really something I've ever done, and if the roles were switched maybe I'd react differently, but this woman isn't unnerved that I'm in her home. She's not scared or frightened. She's strangely balanced, and gives me a cordial, "Hi, looking to rent the place?" I mean, even I'm a little caught off guard by her, and yet she's just so confident and so sure of herself that she offers to make me a cup of tea and show me around the rest of the house. I'm blown away by this woman. Meeting her is unbelievably refreshing because not only does she seem unshakable, but she seemingly is comfortable making others feel comfortable around her. She's feminine and strong at the same time.

After a little while, she says that she has to be on her way. She gives me her card and asks me to call if I'm interested in renting the home. And as I'm walking away, I'm just dumb struck, thinking about this woman and how amazing she was - her passion, her balance, her openness and caring. I just can't help thinking that she's exactly who I've wanted to meet my entire life, and how I feel like I could really love her if I had the chance.

I'd often wake up with a warm feeling in my chest for a woman that only existed in my dreams and little more.

So the other week, I made a decision that I wanted to see the dream from the other side - I wanted to see it from her perspective. And so I said my mantra and with luck I was able to have the dream I wanted.

I'm her, just arriving home from a trip and about to get a few things to venture out again. I'm walking down my hallway and see a man, I see me, glued to one of my pictures. And while I know that in most cases, I might feel scared right at the moment that I see a strange man in my home, that's not the emotion that grips me. Instead, something about this man strikes me. Maybe it's something about the way he looks at my photographs, but this man seems different. He doesn't just look at my pictures, he sees them, and in that he sees me. This man looks at my passion through the same eyes that I see it. This man can effectively see my heart, and more than that, I never feel scared at the sight of him, because somewhere tucked inside his big frame is a sense of innocence. Upon seeing him, I don't react because I know that he means me no harm, and that opens the door to me offering him a cup of tea and seeing if he'd like a tour of the house I'm renting.

We have a nice conversation, as he continues to admire my photographs, and I'm again struck by the fact that this man never makes a pass at me or tries to hit on me in any way. He's polite and very respectful. We part and I give him my number and ask him to call if he's interested in renting the house. And as soon as I've left this man, I'm overcome with this sensation of immediately missing this man. Like I miss a complete stranger, and the last thing I remember feeling is that I really want to spend more time with him if given the opportunity.

Like I said, it just really resonated with me. I've always searched for a woman with that kind of passion. Someone that lives from their heart. Someone somewhat artistic, with a drive that fulfills them.