Sunday, April 8, 2012
Over-thinking a situation, that’s what we women are so good at! It’s been four days since my romantic rendezvous with Shrek and although he does continue to text me daily, he still has not asked to see me again. What the heck?
So I turned the attention of my scrutiny off from him and onto myself. Was there something I did? Something I said? Oh wait… yup. There was something I may have said…
It was just after “the morning after” and I rolled out of his arms and stared at the ceiling as the images of a vivid dream I had the night before came rushing back into my mind. In retrospect, it was probably one of those dreams that I should have kept to myself.
In my dream, Shrek and I had discovered a condemned hotel, still plush with all the furnishing, but eerily vacant. We decided to hide away in one of the rooms where we could continue our love making undetected.
It soon became apparent to me that there was a ghost in our hotel room. I began communicating with the ghost via written messages on the wall. A message from the ghost read: “It is time for you to leave”
I shared this information with Shrek and we both agreed we should heed the warning and we hastily left the hotel.
Outside, the building was surrounded by police. As we rounded the corner of the building, they took Shrek into custody and scheduled him for… um… execution. I was also detained and forced to go to church.
By the time I finished telling my dream to Shrek, he was already reaching for his clothes.
“That started off as a really great dream, but I have some issues with the ending,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re already trying to find ways to kill me off!”
“What!” I cried. “That’s silly! What about me?? I had to go to church!!”
“Yeah, and I had to get DEAD!” he replied.
I guess he sorta had a point.
Note to Self: Never share your dreams of executing your lover with your lover. It will not go over as well as you might have expected.
The thing is, maybe a small part of me did feel like we were condemned and committing a crime worthy of repenting. Maybe there is still a ghost in the bedroom – and maybe, just maybe, my salvation waits around the next corner.