mr. jones and me tell each other fairytales
the other night i had a dream about ben jones.
i haven’t seen ben, whom i called chuck, for like 6 or so years. i don’t know why he decided to make a guest appearance in my dreams the other night. it must have been tuesday night that i had the dream.
anyway in the dream chuck had returned to see me before he went and got married. for some reason we were at my parents house. we were in my childhood bedroom. i was sitting on the bed and chuck was standing by the door looking just like he did when i was 23 and he was 21.
he hadn’t shaved. he was scruffy and wearing a flannel shirt. he was telling me how he just had to come to see me before the wedding since i was the girl he couldn’t seem to get out of his head.
in my dream i was trying so hard to concentrate and listen to what he had to say, but i was so tired i couldn’t keep my eyes open. somehow i convinced him to sit on the bed next to me while i took a little nap and then we could talk.
he came to the bed, leaned over me and kissed me. i kissed him right back and tried to grab him and hold him to me but i couldn’t seem to get my arms around him tight enough. he looked down into my eyes and said “those eyes will always get me.”
for some reason i got up out of the bed. i stood next to the window and looked out at little kids playing in the yard. he was standing next to me and i told him i’d be right back.
i went out into the kitchen and told my sisters that chuck had kissed me and i didn’t know what to do.
that’s when i woke up.
