Dream 2025-09-03
She was an exotic beauty in her late thirties with olive-skin, a nice body, and an air of sophistication. Her shoulder-length raven hair was dominated by a loose wave. We didn’t speak much during out time together.
Afterward, I was compelled to explain our interaction, first to her father, a short, well-dressed gentleman with an ascot, who might have been from Italy or Greece or Lebanon. Thankfully, he was good-natured. Our conversation was brief and respectful.
Next came the guy, the one who thinks she loves him even though she doesn’t give a damn, a frat boy with blond hair and a trust-fund attitude. He was aggressive verbally and physically.
“She doesn’t even like you,” I scoffed in an indignant tone as I dodged a chair that he threw at me.
Eventually, the frat brat gave up and stomped off.
I was asked to speak with a blonde woman named Kathy, someone I worked with years ago. She was upset, but not by me or my fling with the exotic brunette. Something else was bothering her. Her friends asked if I could help calm her down.
I agreed, but they said she went to her office. It wasn’t a work day, but her company was hosting an event for the employees.
I was relieved. I made amends where I could and did what I could do. The dream came to an uneventful end.
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