I'm dreaming. I know I'm dreaming because the house, although mine, bears no resemblance to the real thing.
My first thoughts are of my girls. Where are they?? As I am pondering this I find myself crossing a living room, going through a short hall and up three steps to a landing. I look out the window of a backdoor. I can hear splashing and laughter and think, "Oh they're in the pool"
I'm feeling nervous and worried. I, reassured my girls are OK, make my way to the upstairs bathroom to get ready. I have a major gig tonight. The biggest one yet. And of course I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up somehow.
I hear a vehicle pull up. I haven't even started my make up and my ride is here. Dashing downstairs, I hang out the front door. It's the "Green Mobile". Aptly named for the lime green and white paint job on the outside. This does not look like any car I have ever seen. There appears to be no windows. The vehicle itself, resembles one of those sports cars that are elongated and low to the ground. The door, opening upwards, reveal several people already seated inside. Why the location of the door at the back right hand side doesn't bother me I haven't figured out. But the fact that the drivers seat was immediately inside, to the right of the door and faced the person seated across from him was a bit different. What struck me as odd was that the gear shift and controls were left handed. Considering that the "Green Mobile" was driven just like any other car, I didn't seem to find any of this overly disturbing.
I next thing I knew, I was walking through a crowd of people. This crowd was massive! There were enough people here to fill a football stadium. While I was walking there was a person saying "C'mon Nini, you're on". I followed said person to where I expected my equipment to be. On the way I notice one of my friends, walking up an aisle talking to a girl. Since I was already late, I watched him as they continue on to their seats. Hoping I would see him again later. I was happy he came.
I arrive to where I'm to do my show from. All I can see are these huge stereo type cabinets. they looked a lot like the old computers that took an entire room, from the 1950's. There were knobs and gages everywhere. Trying not to panic, I ask to be shown the controls for the mic's and music. I am directed to one of the particularly large devices. They were demonstrating how to adjust the volume by turning a big knob up and down. Still trying to wrap my head around this, I ask for my laptop so I can set up my play lists. On the floor to my right is an Atari era computer with large keyboard buttons and a small screen. I actually want to cry! I attempt to use this computer but the files either aren't there or aren't responding.
I blink, and I am now laying down in the back of an old station wagon. The show is over. I am berating the driver as to why the hell MY equipment was not there. I am very frustrated, definitely not happy with how the show went. I notice now that I am wearing no shirt. Looking around I see my friend from before. He's lying beside me twining his hand in mine. I can see the rings on his fingers, especially the tri-band on his thumb I like so much.
I realise he has my shirt. Sliding one knee over his waist, I lean down and lightly brush my lips over his. Smiling he reaches up and kisses me fully, his tongue touching mine, we're tasting each other. As I lay down on top of him I shift my weight and pull him on me. Deepening the kiss I skim my hands around his waist to go up his shirt. I touch pure, unadulterated, warm skin, above and below his midsection. Surprised I run my left hand lower, feeling the curve of his butt. Hitting elastic band of underwear, we both grab to pull it up. Looking into my eyes he says "Does this mean what I think it means?? I know we've waited a long time...." Reaching for him I pull his head down for a searing passionate kiss. He nudges my legs apart and presses his hardness against me. Even through clothes I feel him move in anticipation. Groaning, I know that this is not the time or place to be indulging such things.
As my conscious brain intrudes, waking me, I think "Well that sucks. Even in my dreams, common sense gets the better of me"
