If life were but a dream ...

It's early in the morning as I sit to write this, so what could I possibly have to blog about ... oh yeah, my mini vacation or last night's dream.  Which would you like to hear about first?   Oh sure, I ask as if I am going to come back and take a poll.  Let me be honest, I'm nowhere near that patient, so I will roll with my morning whim. 

I love it when I remember even slices of my dreams, and I struggle to hold onto the most interesting ones like others collect precious gemstones.  The diamonds are few and far between, so when they drop from my subconscious, I quickly retreat back into the crevices of my sleepy mind ... trying to grab hold of the shiny bits which seem too eager to slip through my grasp.  Sometimes, I can successfully pluck them from my techno colored dream world, if I am quick enough to turn them out onto the black and white.  I groggily grabbed the first bit of paper I could find and got to scribbling. 

I'm in the company of a large group of women, who are all dressed to the formal nines ... most are swimming in ribbons, bows, dainty hats, taffeta, chiffon, lace and beautiful shoes.  Most everyone is seated at either one of two rows of  long tables.  Some ladies are milling about.  All are happily chatting as they work on some sort of "wedding" project set before them on the tables.  There is one lady to my immediate left who is clearly the leader of the project.  I cannot for the life of me remember what the project was, all I know is that she was in charge and a bride was sitting near her.  I was happily engaged in the scene before me, and I was simultaneously marveling at my own clothes.  I kept thinking to myself ... where did I get this stunning dress that fits me like every dress should.  And, my God, where did I get these shoes ... they are to die for.  As I wrapped myself in this feeling of divinity, a man approached me ... wanting to know if he could join us.  I immediately felt like I knew him, even though I could not recall his name.  I welcomed him to the table and his eyes searched for an empty chair.  I also looked down the table and spotted only a few open seats.  Two at the very opposite end of the table, and one between the instructor and the bride.  Smack in between them  His eyes silently implored me to follow him .... so I did .... we stepped aside from all the happy activity, and he stopped short ... turning to me with his face inches away from mine.  He bent down and whispered ... "I'm sorry.  Will you forgive me?"  I had no idea what he was sorry for, but I felt such a strong connection to him that I nodded my easy forgiveness.  He then took my face in his hand and kissed me ... oh so gently, but with a demanding and purposeful linger.  His non intrusive kiss took my breath and I unconsciously backed away from him  ... acutely aware that we were under the surveillance of a thousand questioning eyes.  He didn't seem to care, and immediately fell into step beside me as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  He then asked  ... "Is there cake? "  To which I said ... "Is there cake?  Oh yeah, there's cake,"  and I led him to a door which he opened.  We stepped through the doorway into a room filled with tables and more people ... this time ... both men and women filled the dream ... all happily mingling.  On the tables were cakes, cakes and more cakes.  The most beautiful cakes I think I have ever seen were everywhere, as were small plates filled with some other scrumptious dessert that looked like it had been kissed by a key lime.  This man who I seemed to know and who seemed to know me ... went forth and came back bearing cake.  As he came walking back toward me, I was overcome with a great sense of knowing, but I wasn't sure what I knew.  As I struggled to figure out what I so acutely knew, I heard an alarm ... and alarm which I unconsciously recognized as my alarm clock suggesting I get up so I could go to work.  Hearing the second insistent chime, I was consumed with an urgent desire to hold onto the knowing feeling and the man who seemed to also know ... so I shuffled from the bed to the desk and got busy scribbling a loose version of that dreamy feeling.

And now, here I am, back to reality ... slightly mourning the loss of that dreamy dress, those fabulous shoes, that familiar man and that knowing feeling that held the promise of eternal bliss.  Ahhh ... aren't some dreams so grand ... that they put reality to shame.  The reality is that I'm still looking for that man, that dress, those shoes and that divine knowing.

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