A Dream ~
I am standing outside my aunt's house. It is a bright, sunny day and I feel totally at peace. Content. The creek is burbling in its bed across the road.
I go into the house and walk into the kitchen. There, leaning up against a counter in jeans and his shirt tails out, is the man of my dream. I go to him and put my arms around his waist and we talk and giggle like happy couples do at times. Something is said ~ I don't remember what ~ and he jokes, "Your timing is so off!"
We both laugh and I head off to take a shower.
The 'man of my dream' was Robert Downey, Jr. ~ who can be a babe, despite his current troubles. I've thought so since I first saw him waaaaaaaay back in the '80s.
OH god. I made that sound like I'm positively ancient. Next thing you know, I'll be digging out some artifact from my pile o'stuff and crowing over it like some archeologist who finds a new species of dinosaur. Somebody club me over the head with a wet trout, please. (I don't think I deserve the pat on the back with said trout, as Dr. Ruehl suggests.)
You know, sometimes I wonder about myself. I have a strange dream like I did back on the 11th and I don't bat an eye. Have a dream like this and I almost can't stand it. It's not like I'm a simpering fool, longing for a fictional relationship...still, there was truth in it. Sometimes, I do wish there was someone else in my life. Someone who could put up with my quirks and understood that I need plenty of time to myself. Someone I could talk to (ooooo ~ that would be a special person indeed! It's tough for me to talk to a lot of people, especially if they want to make small talk. I hate that! Why waste the language?) It would have to be another creative person ~ I don't think anyone else understands what it means to dance to that particular band.
It's a bitch when the lonelies come to visit.
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