Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Dreaming of the beach

I dreamed of the beach last night. It was one of those delicious dreams when I was just out of high school and cares were few.

Jilda and her family were staying in a concrete bungalow, at Laguna Beach, Florida. It was July.
We were both stem thin and slathered in Coppertone. We were laying in the surf at sunset with the warm waves licking our toes. Seagulls squaked and fussed because we hampered their supper.

I would have slept for days had the dream lasted, but it faded as morning light seeped in around the the shades.



11 comments:

  1. Rick I love those kinds of dreams. .. I miss they... they are so awesome that sleeping is easy and possible xox ♡

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  2. Aw man! What a great dream!
    Lisa

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  3. Your happy place.

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  4. Oh gosh. I remember --a different coast, a different pair of lovers, but yes, I remember. Did we bother to imagine this far into the future? That feeling of being watched, did we know it was our yonder selves dreaming?

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  5. Sounds like it must be time to take a trip to the beach...always a favorite place of mine.

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  6. Sounds lovely, but then there is all that sand to be got rid of. Although I spent time on beaches, I much preferred swimming from the side of a boat straight into deep water. No sand.

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  7. What a delicious dream! Wish it could have lasted for you...well, maybe until noon.

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  8. I have that same dream, with a different cast!!

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  9. Lying in the surf seems like an ideal place to be.

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  10. I love a good dream! Keeps the juices flowing! ;-)

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