Ok, I drunk texted him and entered the fifth dimension of humiliation.
But other than that nothing ever happened between us.
Last night, I had the strangest dream about him. I had went to his house to smoke and I don't mean cigarettes folks. It was reminiscent of my high school days and in fact, his house was a beach house and it wasn't in very good shape.
We are hanging out like Snakeman and I do, with that level of super comfort. Where you can lay in bed with someone and just talk and it isn't weird at all?
And then, one by one, my kids start popping into the dream and before I know it, they are all there and I am putting them to bed in what used to be my room. Because apparently, I used to live in this house. And the girls are FREAKING OUT because this house is haunted. And I don't mean wooooOOOOoohhhh haunted, I mean get out of this horror movie haunted.
Enough to scare me.
But now instead of this just being a visit, we can't leave. So I am talking some herbal anti-evil mixture I've made and I am sprinkling it around the room and I am reciting this prayer that my mother taught me as a child called Tube of Light.
Beloved I AM Presence bright,
Round me seal your tube of light
From Ascended Master flame
Called forth now in God’s own name.
Let it keep my temple free
From all discord sent to me.
I AM calling forth violet fire
To blaze and transmute all desire,
Keeping on in Freedom’s name
Till I AM one with the violet flame.
I don't know why, but I loved that prayer more than any of the others my mom taught me. I think it was the way I could visualize it.
Anyway, I am reciting this prayer over and over, struggling with the lines and I am scared but at the same time, I am annoyed because I want to hang out with this guy and these evil spirits are trying to get my kids.
Next I go to the kitchen and get a thing of salt and I am putting a circle of salt around the bed my girls are in and then I wake up because I was scared.
Uckkh. Even now, it makes my stomach sick to think about it.
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Being Mommy, dreams, Snakeman
