Dream a Little
Dream
by Jerry Guarino
Have you ever had a great
dream and were sad when you woke up because the
dream was over? That happened to Joe last week.
In the dream, Joe was back in high school and was
very popular; this was very different from his
real life high school experience. All the
prettiest girls wanted to be around him; he found
himself dating Connie, the prettiest girl in his
class. They made out for hours in the backseat of
his mustang convertible at the drive-in.
Why couldn’t he have
this dream every night? If only he could start
every day with this dream, the life he never had
when he was 17. He would be so happy. Can you
order up a dream?
Joe wished he could have
Connie forever, if only in his dreams. He did
some research. Apparently, there were studies
that indicated you could increase your chances of
having a specific, desirable dream. It’s
called lucid dreaming. Some of the
recommendations were:
* Go to sleep an hour
earlier
* Control your diet
* Tackle stress
* Have a relaxing bedtime routine
* Put roses in your bedroom
Joe tried each one, even
putting roses in his bedroom. But he was unable
to recreate the dream with Connie. He wrote a
long love letter to her and read it before
sleeping. He put a picture of her from the
yearbook on his nightstand. It was the one of her
on the baton team. Her long blond hair framed her
lovely face and beautiful smile. He thought about
the one date he had with her, when he took her to
the movies, but was too shy to do much more than
an awkward kiss when he dropped her off. She was
out of his league.
Joe had studied chemistry
in college and worked in a pharmaceutical lab. He
often wondered if they could create a pill that
would allow people to have those lucid dreams.
That would have to be a future discovery. We’re
still waiting for those flying cars we saw on the
Jetsons and in Back to the Future.
That’s where he met
his wife Barbara; they had a boy and girl and in
due course three grandchildren. Holidays and
birthdays gave them many years of bliss. He
realized that his family was his greatest source
of happiness.
His family was also there
for him when his wife passed away, naturally and
peacefully in her sleep at the age of 60. She
left him much too soon. He spent his retirement
years fishing and reading. He remembered her
packing a cooler for him to take on his small
boat. When he returned with his catch, she would
make it for dinner, as long as he cleaned it
first. Now he would spend his nights reading by
the fireplace, remembering the good times they
had together.
He received an invitation
to his high school reunion. At first, he didn’t
want to go, but later decided it would be better
to be with old friends than to stay home alone.
He even wore his soccer letter sweater, and it
still fit!
It was a warm night in May.
Some of his classmates still drove cars from the
60s, a Pontiac GTO, a Dodge Charger and a few
Mustangs. This jogged pleasant memories of
cruising on a date. He saw his classmates
entering the school gym, dressed like they did in
high school. They wore bell-bottom jeans and tie-dye
shirts; the girls had long straight hair with
flowers. Several guys wore wigs.
The theme was “man on
the moon” as this was the class of 1969. The
gym was decorated in space memorabilia; there
were pictures of the crew and video of that
famous moon landing. Music completed the picture.
Sly and the Family Stone, the Beatles, the
Rolling Stones, the Turtles and the Doors. It
felt like 1969 again.
Then Joe saw her. The girl
that got away. Connie’s eyes looked lovingly
at Joe; he pulled her close to him. They kissed,
like he wishes they had back in high school.
“Connie, I’ve
wanted you my whole life.”
“Joe, I’ve wished
for this too.”
After dancing with each
other all night, they left the reunion together.
They made love like they were eighteen again.
Hours of bliss, mutual orgasms and carefree
loving. It was the hottest sex he ever had. He
had finally fulfilled his life goal, to have
Connie forever. His only regret was that this
happened so late in life. But it’s better to
have your best love late, than not at all.
***
“Mr. Mariani.”
“Yes?”
“Your father’s
cremation is done. We just need a signature for
his new columbarium. This plaque will honor his
final resting place. May I ask a personal
question for the service?”
“Of course.”
“Did he have any final
wishes?”
“Well, we found him in
his chair by the fire holding an invitation to
his high school reunion. I know he really wanted
to go and reconnect with an old girlfriend.”
“Perhaps he was
dreaming about it when he passed on.”
“Yes, that would be a
nice way to go.”
“Thank you for
choosing Clifford Scott Mortuary for his final
home.”
Dream
a Little Dream by Jerry Guarino
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