you were in my dream, future wife

Hi, dear.

I had a dream about you last night.

I didn’t know it was about you at first, but as it unfolded, I could tell.

We were outside waiting for fireworks. You were cold. I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes.

And we were happy.

I was hugging you from behind.

We found a place to be alone, away from the crowd and their talk that never gets beyond small.

I pointed out fireflies.

You took out your phone and tried to capture pics.

I squeezed you tighter.

And then I saw your face.

You were someone I know. And immediately, even in the dream, I realized how unlikely it was.

Though, I suppose, possible.

Maybe she was just a placeholder because I don’t know what you look like yet. Maybe you’re some other girl with darkish hair and a butt that makes my inner voice giggle.

The dream kept going.

Soon after I drove a regular car onto a racetrack and tried to catch up with a race car. I’m sure that’s symbolic of something or other that I don’t want to know about.

After the track, we were hanging out in our house and our little twerp – she was only about two years old – informed us it was bath time.

I filled the tub while she sat on the bed with you, as you checked your work email.

I tested the water temperature with my hand. Then the back of my hand. Then my wrist. Then pretty much up to my elbow. I was glad you weren’t watching with the mocking peepers.

I put in some yellow bubble bath. I put in some toys.

I said, “Bath’s ready!” and she sprung from the bed, tossing her clothes in every direction and arrived in the bathroom naked.

I said, “She got that from you.”

You, for a brief moment, forgot how spectacularly funny I am and gave me the stinkiest of eyes.

She said, “Crane!”

So I held out my arms, she put up her hands, I took them in mine and swung her slowly, making crane sounds. (Which I am sure sound like my forklift, truck backing up, tug boat, and your mother sounds.)

I lowered her gently into the bath.

She splashed me immediately and laughed.

I told you that you were missing the fun.

You arrived with tears in your eyes, holding your laptop.

You said, “Some hackers got my credit card and ran up charges.”

I smiled and said, “That’s okay. We’ll fix it… AFTER bath time.”

You managed a little smile, put your laptop on the counter thingy with the dual sinks, and kneeled down beside the tub with us.

I saw some of the yellow bubble bath gathering at the bottom of the tub, I agitated it with my hand because, you know, bubbles.

Then I said, “Hmmm. I hope that yellow stuff was bubble bath and not peeeeeeee.”

And she smiled a disconcerting smile.

And you laughed right out loud.

And I thought, “Man, I like it here.”

Love,
Peter
 

 

 

 

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