The owner of a dingy urban candy store came out of the back
room to walk me to my car. Youngish and unattractive, he had a withered leg and
dragged his foot in a heavy black shoe. He kissed me lightly, and I said, “My
lips are so dry I didn’t feel that.” Then I kissed him softly and tenderly.
I wonder where that came from.
ReplyDeleteI haven't a clue. The only person I've known with that particular affliction is my Uncle Eddie, who died over 40 years ago, but he didn't wear a big black shoe; nor did he look like this person. And I wasn't attracted at all to the guy in the dream, so why I'd kiss him—with such affection—I have no idea. In the dream after saying my lips were dry, etc., I said, "Wait a minute." The whole thing struck me as funny.
DeleteThis makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteSmiling too. How lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love these kind of dreams, that leave you pleasantly befuddled.
ReplyDeleteNice.
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