She Was A Blond by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Craig Felicity Jaylin

Bee Jed The dream or is it

She came to me in one of those dreams that you feel are real. Those dreams that are tactile. You can feel, sometimes smell and taste. Those ones that you cannot help but remember. The woman was in a lowcut dress. The type that only have that thin shoulder strap, so thin that they are almost threads.

Shapely, she was not the typical take a bite of food and then throw it up in the bathroom. She has some meat on the bone but in a seductively pleasing way. A figure that you see throughout time in many of those paintings hanging in galleries by famous long dead painters.

She was a blond, if I remember right. She came up to me and said that I really needed this. She actually hugged me then a slow soft kiss. Her lips were different than my wife’s. Not that my wife’s lips were not soft, but these were very soft and very warm.

I was told by her that she was instructed that I needed that and that we would meet soon.

When I woke that’s all I can remember but it felt real and felt really good.

It’s morning and I am alone in my bed which is in the RV that I call home.

Incompatibility was the ruling of the divorce court. Bee got the house and most everything else. She never liked the old RV that I bought so she graciously let me have it. At least the judge split the monetary assets. She had a six figure salary. I had, I’ll just say, a far lower income. Even though I did not get the house, she, since her salary was large, had to assume the mortgage and got no alimony.

I drove away with my meager possessions, the ones that she did not get. I had enough to now rent a spot in a year round camp site. I had my job so I still had my income or so I thought.

It seems that Bee still is not done with me. There was a constant stream of process servers being sent to my place of work. I was brought into personnel and told that they could no longer put up with it and I was fired. They contested my unemployment.

The not so funny thing was that all of her allegations were dismissed as baseless. I found that I needed to leave this entire area. I drove for days on end. Sleeping in the various rest stops. The tank was approaching empty and I saw one of those last chance to get gas signs.

I filled up and asked if there was a camp site near by. Given the directions, I drove until I saw the sign for the camp grounds and turned onto the dirt road. I was told that it was a few miles down the dirt road but I have been driving for more than a few miles.

Finally I see what turns out to be a cabin with a sign that says “Your Dream Camp Grounds”

Walking into the office, I am stopped in my tracks. There she stood, my dream girl. I am just in awe.

“I told you that we would meet. Welcome to your new life Craig. This is a whole new world for you. Bee’s new boyfriend had her add him to everything. Between the new mortgage and draining all her accounts, she is broke and was fired from that job. That will teach her for dating the owner’s son. He has gone through it all and is dating another.”

“How the hell do you know all this?” I’m actually a little angry as I continue. “You appear in my dream, you know all this. You must have been stalking me. Why?”

She has me sit. Then she tries to explain. I could tell that she is trying to put something in a way that I would comprehend. Looking at me she tries.

“This will be hard for you to understand. We are in a pocket dimension. This was created for you. You see, going the way you were. The events that were happening were not just accidental. They are the result of a force that wants you to get totally angry. Provoked enough, you will unleash a power that, if uncontrolled, can destroy worlds.

That power has been used by an entity that hates the universe. It was thrown out of the conclave of gods for cruelty to worlds it was sent to help. It’s excuse was that he judged worlds as hopeless when only finding a small portion of the population as corrupt.

He was stripped of that power and cast out. They chose a being on a far away world. It was their thought that it would never be found. They were wrong. The entity found the host and now is trying to get that power back. By getting the host so angry, that power will activate, blow up that world and kill the host. In that brief time, the entity will be able to assimilate the power.

It wants to destroy the entire universe. It knows that it will perish at the same time but it does feel that the universe will agree that it is better to perish with it than exist without it.”

“Let me guess. No maybe I don’t want to know. I am the one they put that power in. Now the gods blessed me as guardian of that power. ”

“Yes they did. I am here as your teacher. Also I was created from your dreams to be your distraction. The defuser. I am going to both train you to channel your feelings then wield the power for the good of the universe.

Your first task is, since I am from your dreams, you get to name me. Please pick something good.”

“I have always thought that Felicity was a pretty name. It means happiness, good fortune. That is what I will call you.”

She is delighted. Felicity comes over to me and, now in reality, hugs me as she did in my dreams. I held on for a very long time because she is warm. Not just physically but I can tell that her feelings are warm, comforting, calming.

When we finally break, she tells me that we will remain here in this pocket dimension until I am ready to travel.

“This will be the time that I will get you to understand that the anger you feel towards the world is what he wants. I will show you how to get mad. Anger is rage which becomes uncontrollable. Mad makes you plan, figure out what needs to be done. It is calm rational thinking. This is what I will teach you to do when you get mad.”

It is night, I’m overwhelmed and tired. “I need a parking site with the hookup. I’m tired. We can discuss this further in the morning.”

“No need,” she says. “This cabin has bedrooms. No need for the RV, right now. You go to bed and have nice dreams. Maybe I’ll come into your dream again.”

She sounds as if she wants to be invited.

I go into the room and like I have been doing in the RV, I just lay on the covers and fall asleep fully dressed. There were no dreams that night, that I can remember. That is good because, until last night, all I had were bad dreams.