part 1

Sitting in a secluded booth in the dimly lit restaurant, Erika and Evan were oblivious to the restaurant’s other patrons.

 

The candles on the tables were no match to the glow that emanated from Erika whenever she was in Evan’s presence.  When she was with him, she only thought of love songs and sonnets: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. Prince - until the end of time I’ll be there for you you own my heart an mind, I truly adore you. Uber-sappy she was, but he made her extremely happy.

 

They sat body to body and perused the menu. They had a habit of ordering different items then sharing. They were set to do the same.

 

As the waitress approached, Erika felt Evan’s body stiffen, and she looked up to see his ex-wife, Daffi, coming towards them. She remembered him saying something about her taking a night job, which shortened her availability with their kids, but Erika didn’t believe a word out of that bitch’s mouth, so to see her there was a little shocking. Erika placed a calming hand on Evan’s inner thigh. Tranquility wasn’t the exact reaction Evan’s body produced from her touch, but it did elicit a smile. As Daffi drew closer, Erika leaned over, as to whisper something in his ear, but instead she nibbled on his earlobe, and then whispered, ‘Get ready...I’ll handle this.’
Oh, I’m ready...but not for what you’re thinking, he thought, as he tried hard not to focus on the effect she was having on his body.

 

Daffi stood at the table, silent, tapping her foot impatiently. In the shadowy restaurant, she couldn’t tell who they were until she was at their table, which pissed her off. Several moments passed, and noone spoke.  Daffi stood, arms crossed, toe tapping, glaring at Erika. Unbelievably, they had never come face to face until this point.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, Erika broke the silence. ‘Aren’t you going to say anything?’ she asked Daffi.
Venomously, Daffi replied, ‘What would you LIKE me to say?!!’
‘Let’s see...for starters, how about ‘Welcome to Chateau Roget.’ I mean, you do work here, right? Because if there’s another reason you rolled up on our table and are standing here staring at me, let’s get to that...’

 

Immediately, she felt Evan relax against the back of his seat and exhale.

 

Daffi, briefly dazed, looked from Erika to Evan and back to Erika, and said to Evan, ‘Where are OUR kids?’

 

Erika, reassuringly rubbed his thigh, and answered for him, ‘Interesting how you should be concerned about them now, at this moment. Rest assured, they are fine. At home. Fed and safe.’

 

‘Now with all hearts and minds clear, we’ll be leaving cause I’ll be damned if you have an opportunity to spit in my food!’
As she rose from the table, she came up close to Daffi and whispered calmly, ‘So very nice to finally meet you. Don’t get this 2 piece with your name on it.’

 

Holding hands, Evan and Erika strolled out of the restaurant.  They picked up some Popeye’s chicken, went home and Evan gave Erika the effects of what she started in the restaurant. Three times.

Analyze This

Some say that dreams are your subconscious hopes. I disagree. Just like the devil can make suggestions in your thoughts, I believe he can also make suggestions in your dreams. Unfortunately, in your dreams you are not as able to institute the 3 second rule. (The 3 second rule - when he suggests something, you have 3 seconds to cast it down like we’re told to do in 2 Corinthians 10:4)

I have some reoccurring dreams, but most recently I had some very disturbing ones. 2 in 1 night to be exact.

Dream #1...my girlfriend is getting married, not to her current boyfriend, but to her ex, who I happened to introduce her to. He is my ex’s brother. She makes me her maid of honor and my ex is the best man. We have to dance together, which is very awkward, even in the dream.  It’s awkward because he hates me and the hatred is exuding from him. Not to mention that in all our years together, we never danced. He was so lame. In the dream I just couldn’t wait for the dance to be over, but here’s the most outrageous part of the dream, at the end of the dance he pulls out a ring and proposes. I ran. Then I woke up.

Dream #2...I am at home in my apartment waiting for the maintenance crew to arrive and fix something. They knock on the door and when I answer there is a young man in charge. He starts yelling at me and barges in and they begin to search my apartment. They are moving so fast, I can’t get my hands on the leader. I am quite confident that when I catch him I can and will ring his neck. I am waiting for him to stand still so I can grab him up and throw him out. He finally comes to me after searching my youngest daughter’s room, and begins yelling at me about what he found in her room. Accusing me of not knowing what my daughter is up to, did I know she was practicing being a chemist. She had a very sophisticated cook pot in her room. She was manufacturing drugs right under my nose. I was no longer interested in ringing his neck but hers. I did still put the crew out but now my focus was on my daughter and her nefarious yet possibly profitable activities.

Perhaps I need to lay on someone’s couch. Some dreams I can’t wait to get back to sleep. These particular dreams woke me up in a panic.