Water

In the land of the sleeping...

I am on vacation in the Caribbean. A guided tour leads a group of twenty through the sallow waters around monolithic rock formations. Trees and grasses grow atop these tiny islands or mammoth boulders. Sometimes the rocks are split apart near the base that create small tunnels. Well light by torches it is easy to navigate the caves. A stranger with red lips and a short red dress is my constant companion. My mother drifts in and out of proximity with a tidal periodicity. When my mother is away, my love in red steals kisses from me, when near we are content to hold hands. We explore many tunnels. Their sandy beds yield like a field of marshmallows. The hot white peaking through the thick green grass, and a sharp blue sky with a sun too bright to look at is our new stage. Blue, yellow, green, and white hills and horizon the only colors visible. I step on a shell and start bleeding, the sudden red destroys the image. I look left and more red makes me smile. We kiss and the image is forgotten. I wonder if the weather will keep up. It's a hot day and an occasional lazy cloud keeps the sun from becoming unbearable. The smell completes the scene and puts one at ease. The salt, surf, and foliage mingle and dilute each other making the usually overbearing sea seem mellow. My taciturn companion and I walk hand in hand out of a tunnel into the blinding sun. In the distance my mother waves at us, or is it a tree blowing the stiff wind? We kiss anyway.

Resplendent

While I was sleeping...

Carol loves me. Loves me and only me. I'm the happiest man on earth. My happiness towers over everyone else and I proclaim myself king of the world. No one opposes me and I spend all my time with Carol. We sleep in the same bed, and our dreams are of each other. We spend a lifetime together, our love is only surpassed by our happiness. We hug and the universe rejoices, we kiss and the Heavens open up and sing praise, and we make love and the universe is transformed into an ocean of ecstasy.

Meatball Beach

A dream.

I'm a tall, well built, six foot tall man, with short blond hair and a full red beard. There is a touch of white in my beard right below my lip that makes me look like I'm about to say something. It's night and the summer breeze blows the last clouds over the horizon. The moon is a sliver in the sky and is unusually bright as it illuminates the beach in front of me. I'm holding a long silver broad sword that is as light as the gentle waves lapping at the shore. The beach rises steeply, but walking up the grade isn't a challenge. As I reach the top I notice a small circular depression.

Waving my sword over the circle causes a single ferroelectric meatball the size of a golf ball to rise out of the ground in the center of the small pit. My sword, and apparently strong magnet, can now control the meatball and I sent it toward the sea. I wave my sword over the now embossed circular rune and another meatball is raised from the depths of the sand. I also send it on its way to the sea. I continue doing so until there is a mound of meatballs that stands as high as a small child, and the sand that collected on the meatballs on their journey toward the sea has turned into a fine powdered sugar that sparkles in the moonlight.

Torches appear and I get ready for the party. I'm the host to an elegant sea side ball, but I'm nervous. The two women in my life, Stacy and Carol, are soon to arrive and I want to please them. I eat some sweet but delicious meatballs and entertain guests until they arrive. Stacy and Carol show up together, both in debonair purple dresses. Stacy's is backless and she twirls around constantly, to everyone’s oh's and ah's. Carol has a strapless dress and leans slightly back, which produces a similar, yet noticeably smaller reaction.

The scene suddenly changes and Carol and I are on vacation in New England. We are sitting in a large wooden cabin that also happens to be a bar and grill. We're sitting at a table with two pirate captains. It turns out that the captains are also our tour guides and want to show us a beautiful lake. The largest lake in the world, they claim, that just happens to be rather close by. Carol and I agree, below our breath, that there is no way the lake could be larger than Lake Superior.

Carol admits that she's drunk, and I notice for the first time a strange color-changing liquid that she has been drinking the entire time. How the liquid is staying in the Klein bottle she has is a mystery to me but I quickly dismiss my doubt. I have a glass of the now blue liquid myself. Immediately I find that I'm drunk as well, and that now all four of us are on the trail to the lake. Carol pulls me aside to ask me a question, but something is wrong.