I had a weird dream I thought some of you might find interesing.
Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that when you woke up you could still feel it?
I'll be the first person to admit that I have weird dreams. I don't remember a time when I didn't so they're really not all that weird to me anymore but you be the judge.
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My dream starts out with me riding in the very back seat of a school bus. (This is a fairly common reoccurring elements for me.) I recognize some of the people on the bus. They are not all school age children nor are they all people I know in my real life. I won't list them all, lets just say it was an interesting mix of people.
I am relatively alone in the back, its just me and Flo from those Progressive Insurance commercials. She is talking to me in that nasally voice of hers and I am doing my utmost to ignore her. I'm thinking of all the ways to politely tell her to "shut the fuck up" when the bus stops to pick someone up. The bus had gotten quiet but now everyone is silent with their eyes glued to the front waiting to see the person getting on.
The first thing we see is dark brown hair. Its long and pulled back at the nape of the guys neck. Yeah, its a guy. He's tall but not really tall. Then you see his eyes; clear crystal blue. His smile's next and its cocky. By his look I know that he knows that everyone's watching him. And watch him I do.
I watch him pass empty seat after empty seat until I realize he's heading to the back where I'm sitting. I start telling myself there are plenty of empty seats to choose back here, there's no way he's going to sit with me. No way. I'm starting to get irritated because the voice in my head is telling me that he is going to sit with me.
This makes me defensive. This is my seat. I tell myself. The other back seat is empty. If he wants a back seat, he can sit there. I looked away from him to make sure there were empty seat and when I look back to him he's standing right beside me looking down. Crap. I think, he DOES want to sit with me.
He drawls, he does not say, "Mind if I sit here?" But it isn't a Texas drawl so much as one I can't place. I know its not a Georgia 'cracker' drawl either. My brain is stalled figuring out his voice so my body moves on autopilot and slides to the inside of the seat. I bang my elbow into the window which brings my brain back online. Its too late though, he's sat down.
"I'm Chris." He says with his smile reaching his eyes and showing a lot of pretty white teeth. I now have a name to go with the drawl, the long hair, the blue eyes, the nice smile, the dusty cowboy boots, the slightly faded blue jeans, the red and white checked shirt over a white t-shirt and the best goddamn scent I've ever had the pleasure of smelling in my life.
I turn away from him without introducing myself and look out the window. I didn't introduce myself to be rude, I just couldn't. I can see his face reflected next to mine. I can't decide how old I look. I know it's older than I feel since I feel like I'm a flustered 16 year old. I say a mental prayer that I'm older than 16 because he looks at least twice that age. This seems like to much to figure out so I turn back to face Chris.
"I'm Karen." I say. He smiles again and nods. That's when I start talking. I begin with that I don't live far from where he got on the bus. I give him a run down of my family including a lot of the sordid details you don't normally tell a guy you've just met.
He lets me go on like this for a long time. I'm back to talking about the teacher I had a crush on in middle school when all of a sudden he tells me, "Hang on a second." He's looking towards the front of the bus where Holy Shit the driver isn't at the wheel anymore!
Chris jumps up and hurries up the isle to the empty drivers seat. He sits down and gets the bus under control before picking up the hand-set for the radio. I can't hear what he says but he has a short lived conversation with the bus garage then puts the hand-set down and pulls the bus over.
None of the other passengers are overly concerned. Have I mentioned that when I got on the bus it was a freaking big yellow school bus? Oops, must have forgotten that part. Not. Yeah, it was a school bus. Only now its a Grey Hound. Its the same mix of odd people though and Flo, remember her? Well she picks up her purse and digs around until she finds what she's looking for.
Flo pulls a big shiny silver gun out of her purse and aims it at me. I'm shocked. I have no idea what to do. My eyes are locked on the little opening at the end of the barrel. I'm wondering if I'll be able to see the bullet when she fires or if it'll be so fast I'm dead before my eyes register it. When WHAM!
The gun flies out of her hand. Chris is there in the isle a little in front of her and he's kicked the gun out of her hand. She tries to stand up but he punches her in the face. Her head snaps to the side and her faces goes blank before she falls sideways out of her seat in to the isle.
Chris grabs for me and takes my arm. He pulls me to my feet and shoves me in front of him. He hurries me to the front and out the open bus door. Once on the sidewalk he moves in front and leads me away from the bus, down an alley and through a blue door.
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The door opens to a crowded, very noisy club. The bar is on the right the entire length of the room. There are no stool just a brass foot rail. There's a dance floor on the right, a stage at the back of the room and tables scattered between the bar, the dance floor and the stage. The stage is empty but I notice the music is coming from a jukebox in the corner at the end of the bar.
The song ends and another starts up. This one's a country song and Chris turns back to me and smiles. "Can you two step?" He asks.
Can I two step? Not really but if he's asking to dance I'll give it a shot. We're on the dance floor and he steps up beside me and moves me until I'm in the right position; one arm around his waist the other holding his opposite hand in front of us. He counts off, "One, two, three, four" and we take off.
There are quite a few couples dancing. We're in the mix making a circuit of the dance floor. I kind of recognize the song but its coming and going. When it ends I'm a little out of breath but not panting like dog or anything. Chris leads me to a table near the stage and orders us two beers. LaBatt Blue Lights to be exact.
The waitress brings the beers and Chris pays for them. He tells her to keep the change and she takes that as an invite to start chatting with him. He's polite but she gets the point that he appreciates the service but she can move on now. I appreciate this and don't make any mean faces when she walks away.
I go to take a drink of beer but it smells funny so I hold it out to Chris and ask if it smells off to him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Taking the bottle carefully he waves it under his nose. His mouth turns down into a frown and his eyes darken. "This is getting crazy." He says.
He sets the bottle down and grabs for my arm again. He draws me to him and ushers me up on the stage, across it, through the heavy black curtain and to a back door. This time the door is black and he leads me through it.
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The sun is bright on the other side and oh crap we're on a boat. Correction, I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat and I'm all alone. Its a big boat. Or is it a ship? I ask myself. It really doesn't matter I remind myself; I don't know jack shit about being on the water. I don't get seasick and I can swim, mostly. I just have no clue how to tell where I am nor which direction to go to seek help.
I feel myself starting to panic and bend over to put my head between my knees when I hear someone singing. I stand up suddenly and that was a mistake because now I feel dizzy. I stagger a few steps and call out for help. I've managed to get myself under control when I hear someone call my name.
I turn in time to see Chris come up from below deck. He gets to me and eases me to a seat on a low bench along the wall of the cabin. I forget what I was worried about when I take in what he's wearing, which may I say wasn't much. He's in dark blue broad shorts, deck shoes and nothing else. His hair's pulled back and what's come loose around his face looks sun bleached like he's been out in the sun a lot lately. Looking closer at his face, arms and chest I see that his skin has darkened in proportion to his lightened hair.
That's when I notice myself. My arms are tanned too. I can't see my hair but I reason to myself that its probably lightened as well. My legs are covered with tan cotton trousers so I can't tell if they're dark too but they probably are. Chris interrupts my thoughts to ask if I want some wine.
I don't really like wine but I agree to a glass. I don't want to be rude after all. He brushes a knuckle along my jaw before getting up to go down to the galley. I sit where I am and look around the deck. It looks nice enough. Its clean and there's a lot of wood. I remind myself that I know nothing about boats.
Chris comes back before I start wondering or is it worrying. He has two empty glasses and a bottle of some dark wine. He hands me both glasses and pulls a cork screw out of a pocket. He sits down and opens the wine. After allowing it to breathe, he pours some in both glasses. We watch each other for a moment. He shakes his head, smiles then takes a small sip. I follow suit and find that the wine taste vaguely fruity.
I take the last drink of my wine and when I lower the glass I see that its now dark all around us. There's enough light spilling out of the cabin to see by so I'm not scared of going overboard if I were to get up and move around. I'm considered just that when Chris takes the empty glass from me and sets it aside. He wraps and arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. I close my eyes and go with it.
I feel the scrape of the stubble on his cheek and chin when he moves in to kiss me. His lips are amazingly soft in comparison. They're moist, warm and firm when they press to mine. I feel the tickle of his soul patch below my bottom lip and let my tongue dart out to lick it. Chris chuckles and I bury my face in his neck slightly embarrassed.
He eases me away from him and presses in for another kiss. Again I feel his stubble before I feel his lips. I inhale the scent of wine still lingering between us, the scent of him and the smell of sea. I exhale and let my eyes flutter open.
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There's a white ceiling above my head. White walls too. I'm in my bedroom in my bed. I was dreaming. Goddamn. I was dreaming but let me tell you, I could still feel his stubble and lips against mine.
So, weird dream huh?
I'll be the first person to admit that I have weird dreams. I don't remember a time when I didn't so they're really not all that weird to me anymore but you be the judge.
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My dream starts out with me riding in the very back seat of a school bus. (This is a fairly common reoccurring elements for me.) I recognize some of the people on the bus. They are not all school age children nor are they all people I know in my real life. I won't list them all, lets just say it was an interesting mix of people.
I am relatively alone in the back, its just me and Flo from those Progressive Insurance commercials. She is talking to me in that nasally voice of hers and I am doing my utmost to ignore her. I'm thinking of all the ways to politely tell her to "shut the fuck up" when the bus stops to pick someone up. The bus had gotten quiet but now everyone is silent with their eyes glued to the front waiting to see the person getting on.
The first thing we see is dark brown hair. Its long and pulled back at the nape of the guys neck. Yeah, its a guy. He's tall but not really tall. Then you see his eyes; clear crystal blue. His smile's next and its cocky. By his look I know that he knows that everyone's watching him. And watch him I do.
I watch him pass empty seat after empty seat until I realize he's heading to the back where I'm sitting. I start telling myself there are plenty of empty seats to choose back here, there's no way he's going to sit with me. No way. I'm starting to get irritated because the voice in my head is telling me that he is going to sit with me.
This makes me defensive. This is my seat. I tell myself. The other back seat is empty. If he wants a back seat, he can sit there. I looked away from him to make sure there were empty seat and when I look back to him he's standing right beside me looking down. Crap. I think, he DOES want to sit with me.
He drawls, he does not say, "Mind if I sit here?" But it isn't a Texas drawl so much as one I can't place. I know its not a Georgia 'cracker' drawl either. My brain is stalled figuring out his voice so my body moves on autopilot and slides to the inside of the seat. I bang my elbow into the window which brings my brain back online. Its too late though, he's sat down.
"I'm Chris." He says with his smile reaching his eyes and showing a lot of pretty white teeth. I now have a name to go with the drawl, the long hair, the blue eyes, the nice smile, the dusty cowboy boots, the slightly faded blue jeans, the red and white checked shirt over a white t-shirt and the best goddamn scent I've ever had the pleasure of smelling in my life.
I turn away from him without introducing myself and look out the window. I didn't introduce myself to be rude, I just couldn't. I can see his face reflected next to mine. I can't decide how old I look. I know it's older than I feel since I feel like I'm a flustered 16 year old. I say a mental prayer that I'm older than 16 because he looks at least twice that age. This seems like to much to figure out so I turn back to face Chris.
"I'm Karen." I say. He smiles again and nods. That's when I start talking. I begin with that I don't live far from where he got on the bus. I give him a run down of my family including a lot of the sordid details you don't normally tell a guy you've just met.
He lets me go on like this for a long time. I'm back to talking about the teacher I had a crush on in middle school when all of a sudden he tells me, "Hang on a second." He's looking towards the front of the bus where Holy Shit the driver isn't at the wheel anymore!
Chris jumps up and hurries up the isle to the empty drivers seat. He sits down and gets the bus under control before picking up the hand-set for the radio. I can't hear what he says but he has a short lived conversation with the bus garage then puts the hand-set down and pulls the bus over.
None of the other passengers are overly concerned. Have I mentioned that when I got on the bus it was a freaking big yellow school bus? Oops, must have forgotten that part. Not. Yeah, it was a school bus. Only now its a Grey Hound. Its the same mix of odd people though and Flo, remember her? Well she picks up her purse and digs around until she finds what she's looking for.
Flo pulls a big shiny silver gun out of her purse and aims it at me. I'm shocked. I have no idea what to do. My eyes are locked on the little opening at the end of the barrel. I'm wondering if I'll be able to see the bullet when she fires or if it'll be so fast I'm dead before my eyes register it. When WHAM!
The gun flies out of her hand. Chris is there in the isle a little in front of her and he's kicked the gun out of her hand. She tries to stand up but he punches her in the face. Her head snaps to the side and her faces goes blank before she falls sideways out of her seat in to the isle.
Chris grabs for me and takes my arm. He pulls me to my feet and shoves me in front of him. He hurries me to the front and out the open bus door. Once on the sidewalk he moves in front and leads me away from the bus, down an alley and through a blue door.
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The door opens to a crowded, very noisy club. The bar is on the right the entire length of the room. There are no stool just a brass foot rail. There's a dance floor on the right, a stage at the back of the room and tables scattered between the bar, the dance floor and the stage. The stage is empty but I notice the music is coming from a jukebox in the corner at the end of the bar.
The song ends and another starts up. This one's a country song and Chris turns back to me and smiles. "Can you two step?" He asks.
Can I two step? Not really but if he's asking to dance I'll give it a shot. We're on the dance floor and he steps up beside me and moves me until I'm in the right position; one arm around his waist the other holding his opposite hand in front of us. He counts off, "One, two, three, four" and we take off.
There are quite a few couples dancing. We're in the mix making a circuit of the dance floor. I kind of recognize the song but its coming and going. When it ends I'm a little out of breath but not panting like dog or anything. Chris leads me to a table near the stage and orders us two beers. LaBatt Blue Lights to be exact.
The waitress brings the beers and Chris pays for them. He tells her to keep the change and she takes that as an invite to start chatting with him. He's polite but she gets the point that he appreciates the service but she can move on now. I appreciate this and don't make any mean faces when she walks away.
I go to take a drink of beer but it smells funny so I hold it out to Chris and ask if it smells off to him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Taking the bottle carefully he waves it under his nose. His mouth turns down into a frown and his eyes darken. "This is getting crazy." He says.
He sets the bottle down and grabs for my arm again. He draws me to him and ushers me up on the stage, across it, through the heavy black curtain and to a back door. This time the door is black and he leads me through it.
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The sun is bright on the other side and oh crap we're on a boat. Correction, I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat and I'm all alone. Its a big boat. Or is it a ship? I ask myself. It really doesn't matter I remind myself; I don't know jack shit about being on the water. I don't get seasick and I can swim, mostly. I just have no clue how to tell where I am nor which direction to go to seek help.
I feel myself starting to panic and bend over to put my head between my knees when I hear someone singing. I stand up suddenly and that was a mistake because now I feel dizzy. I stagger a few steps and call out for help. I've managed to get myself under control when I hear someone call my name.
I turn in time to see Chris come up from below deck. He gets to me and eases me to a seat on a low bench along the wall of the cabin. I forget what I was worried about when I take in what he's wearing, which may I say wasn't much. He's in dark blue broad shorts, deck shoes and nothing else. His hair's pulled back and what's come loose around his face looks sun bleached like he's been out in the sun a lot lately. Looking closer at his face, arms and chest I see that his skin has darkened in proportion to his lightened hair.
That's when I notice myself. My arms are tanned too. I can't see my hair but I reason to myself that its probably lightened as well. My legs are covered with tan cotton trousers so I can't tell if they're dark too but they probably are. Chris interrupts my thoughts to ask if I want some wine.
I don't really like wine but I agree to a glass. I don't want to be rude after all. He brushes a knuckle along my jaw before getting up to go down to the galley. I sit where I am and look around the deck. It looks nice enough. Its clean and there's a lot of wood. I remind myself that I know nothing about boats.
Chris comes back before I start wondering or is it worrying. He has two empty glasses and a bottle of some dark wine. He hands me both glasses and pulls a cork screw out of a pocket. He sits down and opens the wine. After allowing it to breathe, he pours some in both glasses. We watch each other for a moment. He shakes his head, smiles then takes a small sip. I follow suit and find that the wine taste vaguely fruity.
I take the last drink of my wine and when I lower the glass I see that its now dark all around us. There's enough light spilling out of the cabin to see by so I'm not scared of going overboard if I were to get up and move around. I'm considered just that when Chris takes the empty glass from me and sets it aside. He wraps and arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. I close my eyes and go with it.
I feel the scrape of the stubble on his cheek and chin when he moves in to kiss me. His lips are amazingly soft in comparison. They're moist, warm and firm when they press to mine. I feel the tickle of his soul patch below my bottom lip and let my tongue dart out to lick it. Chris chuckles and I bury my face in his neck slightly embarrassed.
He eases me away from him and presses in for another kiss. Again I feel his stubble before I feel his lips. I inhale the scent of wine still lingering between us, the scent of him and the smell of sea. I exhale and let my eyes flutter open.
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There's a white ceiling above my head. White walls too. I'm in my bedroom in my bed. I was dreaming. Goddamn. I was dreaming but let me tell you, I could still feel his stubble and lips against mine.
So, weird dream huh?