The First Dream
I was looking through the window of a
stagecoach enjoying the somewhat bumpy ride when I heard a thud on the roof.
Concerned that the horses seemed to be getting faster I looked out the small
window that the passengers used to talk to the driver and that's when I
discovered he wasn’t there. He must have fallen asleep or something and fallen
off the coach. Dressed in a huge skirt, there was no way that I could get out
of the coach without killing myself. My only hope was that the horses would
stop on their own. Next thing I know, there is this cowboy racing beside the
coach. I watched in amazement as he reached over and jumped onto the driver’s
seat. Through the little window I saw as he reached down and grabbed the reins,
then leaned back and pulled the horses to a stop. He set the brake, secured the
reins and gracefully leapt off the coach. When he helped me out, I thought he
would lift me down but he just took my hand, very proper like. He did lift me
to his horse and before I knew it he bounded into the saddle himself. Moving me
up a little to make himself more comfortable, had me practically sitting in his
lap. He whispered into my ear, "Shh, Sarah, I’ve got you." The town
just a mile or so away and he stopped in front of the stage office to inform
them that the stage is just outside of town and a couple of other men got on
their horses and rode away. He nudged his horse into a walk and headed for the
hotel. I knew our time together was almost over, but I didn’t want it to be.
Once we got there, he carefully dismounted, reached up and, with his hands
around my waist, he lifted me off the horse. I stumbled a bit, whether from his
closeness or the ride on the horse, I don’t know. My hands flew to his broad
muscular chest for support and I saw an unreadable emotion in his eyes. We
stepped away from each other. He turned and fluidly re-mounted his horse. As he
rode away, suddenly he turned back around. "Wait for me, Sarah." I
had no idea what he was talking about but I nodded anyway. And then he turned
back around and rode away.
"That’s when I woke up."
"Nothing else happened?" asked a
somewhat frustrated Harriet.
"Each dream is getting more, well,
sensual." Harriet’s eyebrows shot up. "No, Harriet. They aren’t
‘those’ kind of dreams, at least not yet," she said with a smile.
"The first dream he just helped me out of the coach and on and off the
horse. The next dream he lightly touched my cheek. Then he kissed my hand. It’s
almost as if he is working up the courage to take the next step."
"Well, if he is someone you know, maybe
he is shy or nervous about just asking you out. You’re sure it isn’t Commander
Brumby?"
"Yes. I don't know who it is but, I know
it isn't Mic," she said sadly.
"So if you find out who it is will you
go out with him?" Harriet suggested.
"Probably, but if he doesn’t ask I doubt
I’ll ask him."
"If he says ‘Wait for me’ in each dream
then he will probably ask you out himself. Maybe he just needs time."
"Yeah, but how much time do I give to a
dream? If he were real I could understand that, but he’s just a dream,"
Mac responded a bit wistfully.
"Well then if it is just a dream, it
can’t hurt to give it a little more time. You just broke up with the commander.
You don’t want to get right into another relationship right yet, do you? Wait,
did you break it off with the commander?" asked Harriet.
"Yes, I did. We talked last night, I
didn’t tell him about the dreams though. I think he understands and I honestly
don’t think that he is too surprised. I hate hurting him but …" she let
her thoughts hang in the air, not knowing how to complete them.
Harriet changed the subject, thinking that
Mac might not want to talk about Brumby anymore. "So you’ve dreamt about a
cowboy and a man who was hunting. What else did you dream about?"
"Well, nothing really distinct. Some of
the dreams are very specific but then others are vague. Or at least that is all
I can remember about them."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, some of them are just a guy on a
horse and others are more, well, in depth, I guess. In the cowboy dream I was
in the proper clothes for the time period and then in the next one the man was
just riding a horse. He was racing the horse across rolling hills of green, it
was a beautiful sight. It wasn't until he was right next to me that I noticed
what he was wearing. Tight jeans, and a loose white shirt, kind of like a
pirate shirt."
"Sounds like you have been having some
nice dreams," commented Harriet, with a dreamy smile. "What else has
he been?"
"He was a Russian Cossack. I had talked
to Harm that night about his brother, so I’m guessing that's where that one
came from. The next night he was a Native American on a paint horse. Then he
was a knight in shining armor, rescuing me from something. Last night he was in
the pirate shirt again but it was black and he was Zorro."
"Zorro?" asked Harriet with a grin.
"Yeah, I have no idea where these dreams
are coming from."
"I wouldn’t complain. I would just enjoy,"
smiled Harriet. "But of course the thought of Bud dressed up as
Zorro…" she let that thought trail off as they both laughed. When Bud
walked back in the house, he looked at the two women, who for some reason were
laughing at him, just shook his head then left. This, of course, just made them
laugh harder.
Mac realized what time it was and that the
guests should be arriving soon so they hurried and tried to finish up the
dinner. The dinner was a good meal with good company. Harriet and Bud both
thanked everyone again for all their help in the last several weeks. After
dinner was over, Harriet pulled Mac aside, "If you need anything, please
let me know. Or, if you want to talk about anymore dreams."
Mac simply nodded and said, "Thank
you."
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