Just felt like getting this one off of my chest, because while I rarely remember what dreams I have, they're usually rathe vivid.
It was late autumn, because I still remember the bite of the air, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. It looked like I was having a small gathering in my backyard, with a few tables and chairs...
And then, all of a sudden, this flat bed trailer pulls into the yard. Let's suspend reality at this point, that there's no way in hell a flatbed would make it into my yard...
And on this trailer was piled high with gifts. Gifts wrapped in newspaper, or some non-flashy sort of dressing. They were from oldgrue, and they were all the presents that he had never given me - birthday, Xmas, Valentines Day, etc etc. - since we'd split up. Eight years ago.
This is odd enough, because I've never expected anything of the sort from him, at any point, whatsoever, so this isn't an angsty "He never gave me anything WAAAAH!" dream. He never was an extravagant-gift kind of guy either - it was always quirky stuff, all personality, like the several units of Nuns-With-Guns in the handpainted gun case.
It gets weirder... because every single damn present was some kind of outdoorsy gear. Tents, Coleman stoves, thermals, you name it. There might have even been a pistol or rifle in there, though by this point things become vague.
Worst part of it all? My biker jacket STILL wasn't in the damn pile! ARRRRRRGH!
I think, when I noticed that, is when I woke up.