Big Daddy Gouda

I woke up and she was there. Naked. Dark skin. Long wavy black hair. Laying next to me, head in her hand, propped up on her elbow.

It took me about five seconds to remember. Then, like a puzzle, it all fell into place. We’d met the night before at a party. I made her laugh. She thought I was interesting. We both drank a bit too much, and here we are. Problem was, I didn’t know her name. I knew I knew it last night, but it escaped me now.

By the looks of her, I thought it might be something exotic. She had that look. I’d describe it as islandy.

“Good morning,” she said, with some sort of accent. Brazilian maybe?

“Good morning,” I said, back. Before I could say anything else, like the wrong name, she started kissing me. Not passionately, kind of like a married couple or at least a couple who were very comfortable with each other.

The next thing I knew it was the middle of the day. The sun was shining but it was cold. We were walking together and we had coffee in our hands.

“What do you want to do,” she asked.

As I answered, “I don’t care, it’s up to you,” I thought how odd, that it seemed like only seconds ago we were in my bedroom kissing and now we were walking in the sunny cold, drinking coffee.

Also strange, I was in love with this girl I’d known about 12 hours. And she loved me. She didn’t say it and neither did I. It was just a fact that didn’t need to be proved.

As happy as I was something didn’t seem right. That thought was at the forefront of my mind as we got into my jeep…..

My eyes popped open. The TV was on, as it is every morning when I wake up. I was in my bed. I was alone.

Her face was still in my mind and the love I felt for this woman as we walked in the sun was still with me. Her face, though clear in my mind was disappearing, along with it, this phony love created by a mind that wanders at will while the rest of me sleeps.

People dream every night. Some dreams we remember, most we don’t. Sometimes, as I’m dreaming I even know I’m dreaming. If I am uncomfortable in a dream, I am a master of shaking myself awake. I do this a lot during nightmares.

This dream, the one about the girl, was one of those odd ones. Odd because they seem so real. Unlike a dream but more like a vivid memory.

I’ve been having those dreams a lot lately. The ones that seem all too real. Let me just say, I’m not on any sleep aids, anti-depressents or anti-smoking pills, that some people have told me cause really wild dreams. None the less, for the last week, I’ve been having crazy crazy night time adventures.

This past week, besides being in love, I’ve been chased by criminals, I’ve been a criminal myself, I got shot in the head, didn’t feel any pain and didn’t die, I’ve been 31 years old in my brain but stuck back in high school without any of my friends and in danger of failing and, an old flame, once again, wanted me. Yup, that’s been my week.

I was discussing these dreams with a co-worker of mine and he actually had a pretty good theory. He thought maybe my dreams, like anyone else’s, are fucked up everynight. However, for some reason, over the last week, I’ve just done a better job remembering them.

Does that mean the craziest dreams are taking place right before I wake up and that’s why they stick in my mind? Is that how it works?

I guess I should be thankful that crazy dreams are all I have to deal with as I sleep. I have one friend on Ambien who wakes up in the middle of the night, eats raw bacon and has no recollection of it the next morning.

Mmm bacon…….

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