I like to believe that I am one put together chick. And, I know that in many ways I am. What I don’t like to admit to everyone, is that I have never ending pleas quietly gnawing at my soul. Long ago, I romanticized the dreams I have since accomplished, but I now feel like a tap rooted dandelion. Ever try to extract one of those from unforgiving dirt?
Over the last few years, I have been experiencing the collision of dreams past with those calling for their turn. It feels like a dream (those of the night time variety, not the goal kind of dream) I once had wherein I was set to marry two men on the same day. One man blonde, one man brunette, both tall and both handsome. Talk about a happy dilemma. I knew I couldn’t legally marry both of these men, and that I would have to choose, but I couldn’t choose ... I just couldn’t. They were both so PERFECT. Perfect with a big Ole P. So, what happens when you are happily stressed in a dream? The same thing that happens when you are being chased by a gnarly zombie with rotting flesh. You wake up and realize you are no longer about to be happily married to one of two gorgeous men or two of two gorgeous men.
Hmmm, maybe not an exact analogy, but close enough. I actually have two PERFECT dreams to choose from, but I can’t have both at the same time. And, I want both. It never ever occurred to me before, that my realized dream would one day be a foil to a new dream. Stand ready past and present ... future is spoiling for a fight.
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Well done, really. Ever better since I was able to enjoy with my afternoon tea on patio which is in direct sunlight by the ocean. I say tea time, but it never actually consists of tea, always a beer nd a snack.
ReplyDelete@Jay -- I'm jealous.
ReplyDeleteNow that we know the facts are known lets turn it over to the studio audience.
ReplyDeleteTo vote for the blond dial 1-800-The-Blnd
To vote for the Brunet dial 1-800-The-Brun
Tune in tomorrow to see which of the adonisis wins Pukka's heart.
@ CP -- Hah! Don't I wish perfection truly existed outside of dream world!?!
ReplyDeleteI think I would rather win the whole "package"... winning a heart is .. so bleah...
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of "I left my heart, in San Francisco"... and someone found it on a sidewalk in a back alley somewhere...