Bad dreams

It was a dream, or was it? Last night or this morning? And we are at an inn, with old-timey rooms, large windows, with window sheers lightly blowing – near the beach.
You spoke and what you spoke was not completely understood or even heard, the gist of which was that you had gone to the beach with the other man. You said it was a mistake. I understood what you said, but not what you meant. What was a mistake? Going to the beach with him? Breaking up with me? Being there at that time?
And then I find myself on the beach with Gates, she’s not pregnant, in a bathing suit and big hat, sunglasses. We lay there silently for a while until I come in to find you.
At first you are not there and then you are, coming out of the shower, I guess, naked: pert and dark nipples, pale breast, tan-lined, showing off your summer tan, a certain glow, a small mound of dark hair between your legs, your belly smooth descending toward that mound, hips pronounced, legs slender and strong. I notice the scar on your knee. I notice no other blemishes. You come to me and press yourself against me in a hug, breast pressed hard between us. We lightly kiss. Then you push away, sit on a chair, and start putting on pantyhose.
I begin to violently sob, and just ask, Why?” over and over again. I ask why we can’t be again, what happened? You finally say that you do not even think of “us” anymore – it’s only when I force you too and you fake it then. Then you say, “turn around,” and I do. You are standing there and the hose have turned to fins. You say, “I love you,” and then float out the window. I run after only to get to the window just in time to see your tail submerge beneath the waves.
Epilogue:
I was a marooned sailor once, who fell in love with a mermaid on the island, and we lived there happily together until the rescue helicopters came and took me away, and she said she couldn’t go. And I saw her getting smaller and smaller in the water just off shore as we rose, until finally she I couldn’t see her anymore.
I live by the ocean and stare at the sea that I cannot bear to go back on. I talk to the water at night. At times I see things I cannot explain. I I still wish that mermaid would swim back to me.
G, I know this is all hokey, but sometimes dreams are that way.
Was playing: Strange Lands by