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Wide Awake in Dreamland. Dang It.

Submerged in that rare dream from which it’s exceptionally cruel to be woken up I was being dragged into the morning.  One hand was reaching back across consciousness for a strong, soft shoulder, the other was moving to chuck against a far wall my ringing phone.  Throughout the day my cheeks would flush, my heart would press up against the dream's windows, trying to get another glimpse; the back of my mind pressed up against a perceived shift.

Oh, Gondola Guy,  wherever you came from, I can still see your face. I’m sliding my fingers over my lips, still feeling yours.  I say to you only this. Bravo. I’m sending all my phone numbers, addresses, secrets, out into the universe now.  Just for you.  I'm also attaching an enthusiastic high-five for finally getting it right and rocking my world … on a gondola in one of La Serenissima’s deserted back canals, nonetheless, you stud prince that couldn't have existed had I not laid eyes and hands on you last night.

Oh, car mechanic who calls promptly at 7AM and disrupts my steamy and way overdue, albeit cliché, reverie in Venice?  I say to you this: definitely NOT an acceptable use of my phone number. And thank you for the update on my car parts, by the way.

Why else would I still be luxuriating between the sheets at 7AM instead of on the Yoga mat or at the gym?   Maybe because I also felt the need to send a little sum'n sum'n out into the universe at 3AM this morning.


Oh, clueless neighbor who (again) left your dog outside to carry on like a banshee. If I have to pad over to your house at o’dark-are-you-freaking-kidding-me-thirty in my kitty kat jammies, not only will I be calling the HOA, but I’ll have a juicy new topic for my blog.  Unless you are Gondola Guy.  Especially if you are Gondola guy.

Thank you, universe, for once again being my personal messenger.  Thank you, readers, for humoring me.

Now go over to Carol’s and see what Facing 50 with Humour is cooking. Hint: It’s hotter than the gondola dream.

Comments

  1. Sounds like a nap might be in order! Sometimes those dreams are SO much better than the real thing. Here's hoping!


    Re: the dog- I once rang my neighbor's doorbell at 2 am for the same reason. Of course they slept through the ringing, but I left them a note on their car...

    Dear neighbours, It's lovely you can sleep through your dog barking ALL NIGHT LONG. But no one else can. Do something about it, or I will! Signed, Pissed Off Neighbour

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  2. Ahhh - that explains why the dream was so amazing - it normally is better than the real thing! Love the note idea too - luckily enough we have a small, generally quiet neighborhood & people normally don't annoy each other for long. And we do have a fantastic HOA.

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  3. Even tho the mechanic called, at LEAST he called..some don't... btw I posted for Carol. :-)

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  4. Really? Mine have always been great about keeping me updated. Bouncing over your way - thanks for the heads up.

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  5. You write marvellously! I was mesmerized by your dream wake state. Powerful images and always peppered so perfectly with your deliciously wicked sense of humour. Well done!

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  6. Desiree you are so sweet and thank you! It was such a strange day and was up half the night willing to dream it again ... this time with the phone OFF. *sigh* I wish I could it back - it was, in and of itself, deliciously wicked. xo

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  7. Wow, Valerie, che sogno! At least your mechanic is actually working at 7 a.m...I think my neighbor's dog has yours beat, he comes over underneath the chain link fence every morning, just to say hello to my dogs...gotta love him....And yes, Carol's blog is sizzling today, wouldn't you say?
    Ciao Bellissima!

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  8. Hai raggione! I want that dream baaa-aaack! Yes, my mechanic is a keeper. As for the dog, hey, as long as he's friendly, not trashing or digging in the yard, and quiet? Have a ball back there. And yes, I'd say Carol's blog is steamy - the comments are hilarious & still thinking we can get Jeff to shave his legs and pose in a skirt? You were ever so kind and I'm glad we got paired up together ~ A presto!

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  9. Glad to see you gorgeous 'Regazze' (have I spelt that correctly?) here today. I'm in a complete lather over your dream and I didn't even have it. My mechanic is a hundred and six years old! The day you start dreaming of Jeff with shaved legs in a skirt will be the one when I start to worry.
    My blog has never been so steamy- I might just leave both your photos there for months!
    XOXO

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  10. Geez, Carol - why can't they ALL be that way? Dreams, mechanics, you know. So I'm sitting here this AM with watery coffee (forgot to top of the beans in the espresso machine) and an over poached egg aspiring to be hard boiled - maybe I should go back to bed and try this dream thing again? Looking forward to the 16th - Whoo Hoo!

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  11. HA HA!! I had a dream last night that was so so good... I was so sad when I woke up :-( and I did that thing where I desperately tried to dream it back, which of course meant that it ended up all skewed and messed up the whole thing entirely. Bummer.

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  12. Been trying to dream it back all week. I know what you meant - they come back even weirder. Went from Gondola Guy to a "bedroom with 4 closets" ... huh - maybe wine selection impacts dreams. xo

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  13. I had a dream about a Gondola ice cream guy as well once. He was singing some clap trap about giving me one more cornetto, then a great big nasty shark leapt out of the water and bit him in half, which made him drop my cornetto, the bloody twat.

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  14. Thank you, Phil, for that lovely image. The dream has a message. "Never let sharks come between you and your cornetti." Kind of like "never leave your phone on at night, as its untimely ring may come between you and your cornetto..." Just sayin'. See how clever I am before coffee? Off the the gym, maybe score some ice cream for breakfast, jam it into a brioche & pretend I'm in Sicily - and dare a shark to scare me into dropping it.

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