So, I know it's been a while since I last posted, but life has been.... well, dull. BUT!!! And a HUGE bit, it is!! Last night I had another one of my epic WTF?!? dreams. In this dream I was working at a factory for a guy who was a bit of a rich, pompous prick. We had chemistry and all, but he was too rich to ever dare ask me out. He would walk through the factory talking to his cronies about his latest failed dating attempt. This time I'd had enough! I had tossed a box, missed my target, and was walking by him to retrieve it. I swatted him on the arm as I passed, "Your problem is, you keep asking out the wrong women." He quickly turned his head to look at me as I walked on. I stopped at the end of an aisle, staring out over a section of the factory, puzzling. I didn't realize he'd walked up beside of me until he whispered in my ear, "Did you get lost or forget where you were going?" My smile was my only response to his enquiry, "Do you feel like something isn't quite right here?" He scanned the room, "No. But you do don't you." I bit my lip a bit in thought, "Mmm. All too often." I shook my head a bit to clear the sticky mental cobwebs of thoughts and walked off toeards my previous destination. He quickly fell into step behind me. "You were saying?" I picked up my discarded box and moved on. "About?" "My dating errors." "Ah. Well, you continuously pick vapid women who are only after your money. Then you're shocked and angry when their true colors finally come to light. You need someone that challenges you." He stopped following as my words sank in, conscious of their truth, but hurt all the same. He had to run to catch up with me. "Someone who challenges me? Like who? You?" As were moving through the factory it also becomes part Sam's Club/Costco. I've moved into a produce/deli section where I'm tossing an arrangement of cheeses into the box I'm carrying. "I never said anything about myself, you did. Besides, I'm sure we wouldn't be a good match. Take me for example. I'm smart. Like super genius smart. Yet people always seem to underestimate me. I've got thoughts, plans, ideas that would make your head spin! But I'm stuck here, because of conflicting life circumstances. I have dreams you know. Big dreams." He followed along, curiously or begrudgingly I couldn't tell, "Really? Don't stop now. You seem to be on a roll." I chose not to take offense at what could have been a thinly veiled complaint, "Someday, I want to own a villa on the canal in Venice." I knew my eyes and voice were getting that dreamy quality as I thought back to my trip two years ago. As I spoke, the factory setting morphed into a French street, and we were strolling along it together. He stopped to purchase a sweet from a shop, breaking it and passing half to me, "It's so weird for you to say that. I love Italy. I've done some touring of Europe, but I'd love to do more." Taking this unexpected opening, I began to talk about what all my daughter and I had done on our grand tour of Europe. We had some how found ourselves in a tall shopping mall structure, waiting for an elevator back down to the street. As we stood there, I noticed some people acting peculiar. Alarm bells went off in my head. I moved around from the bank of elevators, putting a barrier between myself and the ones acting odd. I whispered to Him, "Something is about to go down in the elevator. Or wherever that elevator is headed." He nodded, "I noticed the same thing." When the elevator doors opened, the throng of people began to file on. In the chaos we got separated. I realized after the doors closed he was no longer on the floor with me. He had gotten into the elevator. Suddenly the doors opened again and people began screaming, "Let the women and children off! Let them off!" Kids came rushing out first, followed by a few sobbing females. I saw Him, lurking in the back of the elevator. We locked eyes and I knew - he had gotten on there on purpose. He was going to try and be a hero. As the doors slid closed I screamed, "John!!!!! No!!!!" The doors opened again and a few more people purged forth. I continued to cry out, begging him to exit too. "JOHN!!! Please!! Don't leave me! Stay with me!" Finally, enough heads turned that he jumped out moments before the doors closed for the last time. He grabbed my hand, pulling me along behind him until we found a place to bunker down until we could be rescued. He turned, giving me a funny look, "What did you do that for?!" At the same time I said, "What were you thinking?!" My heart raced, chest heaving with frantic breaths, "You could have gotten yourself killed! Are you insane?!" People around us began looting kiosks and store front displays. Chaos was blossoming around us as we stared at each other........ And then I woke up!! Yep. That "WTF?!?!" wake up where the world feels topsy turvy!
