It began with a friend and a table set for a formal dinner.
The dream friend was no one I recognize from life. Although all friends in the dream, none are real existence folk, unless we’re getting into alt dimensions and existences. I may know them there. Yeah, maybe the dream was reality bleedover. What a life I must live over there.
I was happy, going to this engagement. A few minutes early, I arrived first. The table was sage green. Set up outside, in a driveway, the fine china, crystals, and linen looked beautiful on this table. Side tables offered food and drink. The host, a young, well-groomed blonde man, was pleased to see me and took me around, explaining the courses. Then, showing off the wines, he said, “I have a wonderful white wine. Here, taste.” He poured some into crystal stemware.
With him watching and smiling, I sipped. “This is amazing.”
“Isn’t it? For dessert, there’s cherry surprise.” He offered me a spoonful of it.
I was impressed. “Fantastic.”
Others arrived. An announcement was made: “We need to change locations.” The table, with all the food and wine disappeared. Others arrived asked, “Where is everything?’
Knowing exactly where to go, “It’s over here. Come on, follow me.”
I led them around the corner to where the table was. A brunette white woman in a navy skirt and white blouse said, “This looks wonderful. Is there any wine?”
I replied, “Yes, he has a wonderful white.” I poured her a glass.
She sipped as I watched. “Oh, that’s delicious,” she said. “What’s for dessert?”
“Cherry surprise,” I answered, turning away. “I’ll get you some.”
“Okay, I’ll watch your rear.” She squeezed my butt.
Startled, I turned and faced her. She began kissing and feeling me. Then she began undressing me. I was reciprocating. Then —
Well, I’m stopping there.
I’m not that kind of writer.