The best part about the whole dream though was the opportunity not just to socialize, but to socialize with members of the opposite gender. If you know me at all, you know that I'm fairly fond of the fairer sex. And that not only are they often easy on the eyes, but apparently as I discovered in my dreams, they have something between their ears called a brain! Furthermore, when the brain of the woman is engaged, it seems that in some settings the mouth is compelled to open. Intelligent thoughts then come out! This is not something I regularly experience in Saudi, in the few instances in which I've needed to address a woman, her eyes are on the ground and maybe her head nods or a whisper escapes from under the layers of solid black cloth. Imagine my surprise when I found out that when uncovered, they can not only be pretty porcelain objects of desire, but can also speak! Intelligently no less! I know...CRAZY right?
Tied with the women for the best part of the night was the wine. Again if you know me at all, you know that while I can be quiet contrary at times, wine and I rarely disagree. We get along beautifully, just like old pals who upon finally meeting again, wonder why we've spent so much time apart. Wine and I had long talks that lasted into the late hours of the night, and she kept me smiling the entire time.
The dream went on, even spinning at times, laughter, conversation, wine, meeting with old friends and meeting new. all in all it was a pretty good Wednesday, thanks to the wine and the women.
I woke up in my bed this Friday morning, woke up early around 6 to the sunlight pouring in and realized that I was safe in Saudi Arabia, that I had been at work until late Wednesday afternoon, and had taken some cold medicine and gone to bed yesterday. Add to that the fact that it had been a W.W.W. thing, it must all have been a dream. No wine on my breath, no lipstick on my collar, just a faint smile gracing my lips and the fleeting memories of a beautiful dream. I rolled over, pulling the covers back over my head, hoping to catch the tails of the dream, but alas, it was gone. Time to get up, take a shower and enjoy some morning coffee. Time to day-dream about the life that eventually awaits me back home. back on a St. Louis fall day, downtown listening to blues at BB's, watching the cardinals play in October, riding my motorcycle along winding country roads of fallen leaves with a slight chill penetrating my jacket and stinging my uncovered face as I accelerate...One of these days I'm going home. Sometimes, after a dream as fine as that one, I wish it was today.