Okay, I was going to write a rant about polyamory vs. monogamy (my side being the poly part) but have decided to change my topic because I had the WEIRDEST dream last night. I mean, I have weird dreams anyway, but this one kind of takes the prize.
I kissed a ghost.
Yeah, I know that needs some explaining. In my dream, I was called to a woman’s house named Mrs. Ford. She was calling on me to help her with a ghost problem. Apparently, something was messing up her late husband’s office and scaring her 12 year old son. Every time she neatly ordered everything, things would rip and tear off the bulletin boards and mess up the drawers. So, in I came and did a simple blessing of the office to try to get a better picture. When that didn’t work, I turned to Mrs. Ford and asked her if maybe her husband wanted his office kept messy. She sheepishly asked me how I knew that. She then explains that he had died recently, and that he was part Native American. (Why I remember that I have no idea.) Anyway, while she leaves to pick her son up from school, I decide to meditate on the subject. This is when MR. Ford decides to make his appearance. Honestly, I do not remember what he looked like, but I remember having a severe attraction. He spoke to me, and then corpo------I can’t remember the word-----He became flesh and blood, or well, more solid. He pulled me closer and kissed me and ….wow. I just remember feeling amazing about the whole thing, which kind of freaked me out. In the dream, Mrs. Ford returns home to see her husband in the room. (She apparently missed the kissing part.) She freaks out and sends me away. The son looks at me with a worried look on his face. Fast forward halfway through a totally different dream where I am planning a huge party at my parents. I was making chicken cordon bleu, and remember having 5 huge bags of chicken in the freezer. Now, at first it seems to be warm out. Suddenly, Mrs. Ford pulls up into my parents’ driveway in silver PT Cruiser and runs up to me. She has her dead-again- husband frozen in the car. That’s when I realize she’s too drunk to drive and she wants me to drive to bury her second-dead husband, oh…and that it is the middle of a huge blizzard. Never in this dream do I ask her why her husband is dead. I can just see he is frozen solid. So, I get in the car and notice that the son is actually sitting under the body, not reacting at all. I pull away down the street, slipping and sliding the whole way. That is where everything fades out. The feeling that stuck, though, is how that kiss felt. Man, I must be desperate for male attention other than Hubby’s.
Heh heh…I should write a parody of that song, “I Kissed a Girl” and change it to: “I Kissed a Ghost.”
“I kissed a ghost, and I liked it……”
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