…that filled the background air with Frank Sinatra.

This already happen in my dream several years ago. You had him and me in your car, and I was disappointed that you suggested a strip joint.  I knew this was figurative.  You told me you would take him under your wings, so to speak; that you would take him through your past spaces.  I believe that is what is happening now.

I can’t remember if that dream happened before or after my other lucid dream with you. Is it relevant?  As I closed my eyes under the warm sun, suddenly your hum palpated my solar plexus.  You stood in a smallish, dark theater tending the record player that filled the background air with Frank Sinatra. It was dark, and I was alone because nobody else was looking. You turned to look at me, and when you winked, I opened my eyes to pure silence.

My third lucid dream from that time has already occurred: I found my silver blue sack sullied with a rusty-looking stain several weeks ago.

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About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.
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