I dreamed with him. Again.

A long time ago, years before I met mon copin, I used to dream about the love of my life. Usually, his face was sort of blurry... Usually I found him in a life or death situation... just as in a cheap movie.
Well, last night was different. I saw his face... he was just like a little boy, with hazel eyes, not handsome at all. But there was something about him. Something that made me kiss him 5 minutes after meeting him, just as if I had struck with love at first sight. And, as usual, I woke up at the most interesting part of the story.

I always believed that once I had found the love of my life, the image of that boy would fade away and that I would never dream about him... and last night I just ended up waking up in a state of total confusion. Does my dream mean anything? Is there something missing in my life that makes me feel like I want to fall in love at first sight?