Nice!

Last night I dreamed I was with Diane. Not "with" in the complete sense, but pretty close. We were at a social event, not even sure the type, a birthday party, perhaps. It was irrelevant, I was focused on the fact that there was Diane, and she was talking to me in person, not on Facebook, or some online platform, as is so common right now, but face to face. She told me she had a secret she wanted to tell me and she whispered in my ear. But rather than her words, what I remember was that she kissed my ear, or teased it with her tongue rather. 

Don't go sayin' it, "Ew!" Right? I know. But it was my dream, my ear and it felt nice. Tickled me all over. Then she looked me in the face and planted one right on the kisser. It was a nice, soft little kiss, but it promised more. It was one of those moments that determines how the rest of the dream will go. And so far, it was going decidedly well. 

Next, we were somewhere else. Again, I don't know where, but perhaps it felt like a theater or a play, perhaps, I don't know. There were other people there but it was dark. Again she leaned into me and gave me the longest, most sincere kiss I have experienced in ages, dreamworld or otherwise. 

I wanted to preserve the moment, so I didn't rush it or try to move things along. I just stayed there in that kiss for a good long time. I felt my lungs swelling up with breathless excitement, my whole body tingling with anticipation. But again, not wanting to push it forward, I was just experiencing that perfect feeling, in that timeless moment. It was ecstasy. 

Next we were driving to a getaway destination. She had a few days off of work, and I had my parents house in Phoenix that was unoccupied at the moment. We were driving in her little sports car, a Honda S2000. You know, the little 2 seater convertible type. 

I was navigating, making conversation and trying my best not to blow it by being to forward about anything. The "deal" was not yet firmed up. We were both there on pretenses that could be construed as innocent at that point. She had to go to that destination anyway, and I was just facilitating things. But if I played my cards right, well, you know. 

The topic of weed came up, and I told her I'd forgotten to bring any. She was glad, she said, because she was driving for a living these days, and that was prohibited. I got the impression she'd have liked to have been able to do it, but I was just as glad that it wasn't going to be part of the equation. I wanted to experience everything clearly, with full awareness.

We arrived there and the place was empty, as promised. I was showing her around, room by room, making note of the quality of the beds in each one. I wasn't expecting her to sleep with me or anything, so I was offering her the bed or room of her choice solely based on the comfort she'd have. 

She seemed to have picked a mid level room, which was tidily made up for a guest. I told her that that was my room, but no bother, I could sleep in the lower level guest room, which had basically just a thin, roll out mattress on the floor. 

We were discussing the beds, when I spied a lump on the mattress about the size of large cat. I lifted the mattress, and out pops a feral bobcat. He wasn't too thrilled to see us or be rousted, so he hissed and gave us his sabre tooth tiger snarl before bolting into the bathroom, where he escaped out of a ceiling vent. 

We debated on how he might have gotten in to the house, and I thought it was probably through the same vent. Diane had the idea that it might be from a trap door under the bed, which she somehow knew about. I peeled back the mattress and, sure enough, there was a trap door there. 

No matter, I didn't think the cat would be coming back with us there. I sniffed around, and it didn't appear that he marked up the place, so that was good.

I showed her door number three, the master bedroom. I wasn't trying to sell her on it too much, but it did have a king-sized bed and a view of, well, downtown Phoenix. 

The house was built oddly. One wall was a banister, dividing this upstairs bedroom from an open ceiling area overlooking the rest of the house. From this height you could see down into the living room, dining room and way across to the other side of the house, where there was a similar banister and presumably more rooms. 

It was semi-private, but obviously, the sounds would carry from this room in the event that the couple in the master bedroom were to become noisily amorous. I mentioned this factoid, only slightly hinting that this might be a problem. But it wouldn't be, since we were the only ones there, and besides, it wasn't a forgone conclusion that there would be any of that going on. 

She leaned back on the bed and I got a glimpse of her long, sturdy and shapely legs as she attempted an awkward type of backwards somersault, which ultimately failed, but did not fail to give me a thrill. Things were going nicely, and I hadn't screwed things up yet, but there was still plenty of time for me to do that, so I was being extra gentlemanly and not presumptuous. 

Right about this time, guess what? You got it. I was awakened by guinea hens doing sprints on my roof, their bony claws raking across the shingles, a sound which is sure to drag my consciousness from whatever nice dream I was having and bring me back to the real world. Plus, I had to pee. 

Damn. Double damn. But still, it was a nice dream. I hope to continue it on another occasion.