One weekend a loooong time ago, before cell phones and facebook and blogs, HH and I were house-sitting for his sister in NYC. After an evening out we went to bed. HH went to sleep and I stayed up watching a naked talk show or something on channel J. Remember Channel J?? This was before we had 10000 channels, people. Channel J was exotic.
Anyway, I'm watching, slightly embarrassed about HH waking up and catching me when suddenly he sits straight up in bed, looks at me with a huge smile on his face and exclaims
"I feel like a pair of
freshly-painted airplane wings!"
After I told him to go back to sleep he did. Simple as that. I sat there wishing we weren't alone and wishing it wasn't 3 am so I could call someone to tell them.
HH woke up the next morning with no memory of having said anything but feeling strangely refreshed.
Dreams are weird.
