Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Speak of the Devil

He was dressed in black.  Long, lean, all angles and rock hard muscle with big broad shoulders that bespoke of the safety to be found in his arms.  A craggy face, with triangular shaped, steely blue eyes that held a twinkle, and a subtle flash of a smile and charm that promised he was anything but safe.  Oh yeah, THIS one captured my interest.

Think of a younger Clint Eastwood (circa Josey Whales) ... only more approachable and you'll get the picture.  He felt familiar enough that I was comfortable with him, yet there was the excitement of an, as yet, unexplored attraction.  And there was a threat, someone was coming after him ... me ... us, not really sure which.  But that didn't frighten me.  He was there.  He would protect me from the villain, my danger came from a different direction.  Who was going to protect my heart?

The tension, the excitement were building.  About the time I wondered where the bad guy came in the last time, I realized I was dreaming ... and that I'd had this same dream before, and I may have had it more than once.  Before I could fully form the thought though ... the telephone rang and woke me up. 


The nephew needed a ride to work so there was no chance of trying going back to sleep and picking up where I left off.  I used to be able to do that sometimes.  It's a shame, because I really want to know what happened.  I have had that dream before, but it was so many years ago and I just don't remember.  

Strange that all of a sudden I would find myself remembering a dream.  Also strange that the dream would be a repeat.  Maybe it's because by blogging about it the other day, I acknowledged my desire to the universe >shrugs<  who knows.  It hasn't escaped my notice that he was very like my Magic Man used to be either, but it wasn't him in the dream.  I don't know that it means anything, or even if I'll continue to dream.  I hope so.

I know this much, it's been a long, long while since I felt so "into" anybody ... and it felt good, even if it was "just a dream"  



  1. I hate being woke up in the middle of a dream.

  2. Me too OT ... especially when it hold such promise

  3. You need to get one of those dream continuation implant devices.

    I think I saw one advertised on a Sunday morning infomercial.

  4. I usually read blogs before I go to bed [or write a post] and invariably end up dreaming about my friends online.

    One time we all ended up at kathy's kampground and had a party. Didn't want that dream to end. It was great. :)

  5. It's so hard to explain how real a dream can be and how sad you are when it is ended. I always try to fall back asleep to finish but alas it never happens.

  6. I once dreamt of Johnny Depp and was convinced upon wake-up he was coming over for lunch.. Then I brushed my teeth and reality hit me.. grrrrrrr..
    Missed your witty words!!!

  7. It's just my luck, I always get woken up in the middle of a GREAT dream, but when I have a bad/stupid/inane dream, I just keep on sleeping. Stupid brain. Do it the other way around!

  8. Yay, it was a dream finally! That's awesome, even with the interruption you remembered it. Maybe, just maybe, now you'll dream and remember them again... how exciting!

  9. You can put Clint Eastwood (a younger one) in my dreams anyday. He just had the sexiest eyes and grin!

  10. Hey Mustang Sally,
    Oh my, how frustrating it is when you get woken up in the middle of a dream. I know I've tried to get back and continue a really good dream and had no luck, whatsoever.
    And I'm really flattered you were dreaming about 'me' lol :)
    Take good care and thanks for your very nice comment on my shy and humble blog.
    In kindness, Gary.

  11. Some of my best relationships have been in dreams. :-)


  12. ...when i wake up during a dream...i always try to go back to sleep...hoping for a continuation...if it actually did...i don't remember.
    so, what do you think caused you to all of a sudden remember your dream? cause you got woke up right before the good part started? :)