Roads to Safe Places

1.) Yip, it does. To a pretty great extent. I say I am normal and a bit boring. Most people who don't know me either think I am far too arrogant, quixotic, unreachable, far too shy, or just plain stupid. Most people who know me better think I am not as self-confident as I should be. Personally, I think I have a shrewd idea of what I am and how self confident I should be. I am your average suburbian student of literature, and there are millions of suburbs and millions of people who have exactly the same talents as I have. Nothing special. This doesn't take anything away from me, it does not mean I am not the individual I am - it just means that I am more likely to be ... rather one of the people on Gray's 'Country Churchyard' than Gray. Stating it is a sign of non-existant self-confidence, apparently, so I probably shouldn't say it - but if you know so many fascinating, special people who are gifted in so many ways, it is easy to recognise one's own normality.
Self conscience in it's truest sense has always been more important to me, anyway. There are, however, bits of me of which I cannot even perceive and of wich I cannot be conscious. Large parts of my identity are completely hidden from me.
How can I have confidence in someone whom I don't know? :)

2) Blue has quite a variety of flavours. Light blue often is smoky as the wind and has a faintly salty taste akin to that of mineral water, with a hint of liquorice. In the sun, it can acquire a sweet taste like the headachy drowsiness of suburbian sunday afternoons, yet slightly sour like pineapple. Dark blue tastes of the ardent core of the ocean, conquering your taste buds as completely as nougat - only that dark blue is not sweet. It is slightly bitter, like almond tea.

3) I think that depends on the dreams. The random "soulmate + best friend + perfect body + genius + empath & telepath"-variant with lots of humour seems to be a statistical improbability.
I daresay it happens rather often if those dreams are not too unrealistic themselves.
What is more important is what happens after meeting this person.
The last man I was in deeply love with really had everything which is important to me - he was my "dreamboy". Later on, however, I was quite happy that we never had a relationship - as painful as that has been -, because even though he was my dreamboy, it woundn't have been a good idea at all for a whole lot of reasons. So: yes, it is realistic to meet someone who could be considered to be one's dream partner. The difficulty lies in waking up and synchronising those dreams with reality.