The opposite of a bad dream.
A young woman with long, dark hair and strikingly blue eyes looks at me in a way which makes me think she - or I - must be mad. A way which I haven't been looked at for about 40 or so years, then I realise I am dreaming again. Nevertheless she approaches me and - ignoring bad teeth, eye-bags and white hair - she embraces me.
This is better than losing H.I. in some vast, inhospitable town, I think. All I have to do now is stay lucid.
A more wistful sort of melancholy.
It's blowing a Westerly tempest outside right now - very cosy as I go to bed.
Isn't it often so that you YOURSELF are making assumptions and then don't LOOK what is really happening around you? (Before you leash out: it is a compliment! I mean: maybe you exclude people because you think they look at you the way you EXPECT them to do - but they don't. I mean: last time 40 years ago - you can't be serious!)
ReplyDeleteNo, I am not fooling myself when I say that a young woman of that age has not looked at me in that way for some time, although it may not be quite 40 years. If I thought the reverse was true, then I would be even a sadder bastard.
DeleteApparently your storm has been given the name 'Rachel'.
ReplyDeleteHas it? It's passing over Budapest right now.
DeleteWith knobs on no doubt.
DeleteCyclonic knobs.
DeleteMaybe you will strike lucky tonight Tom - in your dreams.
ReplyDeleteIn my dreams indeed!
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