Moonbeams

  Moonbeams


 Remember that scene in IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE? when James Stewart and Donna Reid were outside, under a moonlit sky, staring, all big eyed at each other, and waiting for the right moment to have a first kiss? James Stewart's romantic monologue deteriorated into a long, fantastic speech about how he would lasso the moon for her, so she could swallow it, and she would glow all the way down to the tips of her hair.   He was going to go on, but was interrupted by an old man sitting on his porch, who said, "Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?" The best line in the whole movie was that one, as far as I'm concerned.
     Now I like to be kissed, but I really enjoy a man who can talk me to death, and look into my eyes at the same time. It doesn't matter if he's talking about TV shows, or blues music, or a what happened to him that day. A man who is interested in telling me something, anything about what he thinks, and can engage me about any number of topics is worth all the moonbeams in the night sky to me. Maybe I'll get to kiss him later, maybe I won't, but I feel like I've been taken to Paris during that conversation. I even dream about it.
     One night I had a dream about a certain man I talk to on the phone. In the dream, we lived in the same apartment building, and one day, I could not find my keys.   I knocked on his door and asked if he would help me find them.  He helped me look, and then I realized I'd had them in my jacket pocket, all along. I thanked him for helping me, and said as I was leaving, " I wish I could go somewhere with you and just talk."
     "Have you ever been to Paris?" he answered, smiling into my eyes.
     "Yes," I giggled, "but not in many years."
     Paris and moonbeams, Wow!!!

 There are moonbeams in Dublin, too.

Fortelling Dream

    I remembered a dream from last night. it was not a bad dream though, so I did not feel so foggy this morning. When I have disturbing dreams, especially ones that I can only remember a fragment of, I feel a little off balance, and it takes me a few minutes to focus on the morning at hand.  But after this dream, I felt very elated upon waking. I got out of bed, smiling.
    It was about leaving things and people behind that I don't want to be around. I walked away from an empty space, which looked like a large warehouse room with a cement floor. It was cold and sterile. I knew that I was leaving there, and was going on a trip to Italy, a foreign country I have always longed to visit, and I was going there with some man. In the dream, I was excited., but I had forgotten what he was wearing when I saw him last,  and so, looked around, and could not find him in the crowd. I thought he had disappeared, and that I would be making this trip alone, but then I saw him catching up to me, and he had on a different coat than I had thought. We walked together, going on our way, I think towards some sort of a boarding area, which was a raised platform. I felt happy in the dream, leaving behind the two cars that we had driven there in,  and a female singer I used to be very friendly with, but am not much, anymore. She was singing in her irritating style, and her voice faded as we walked on towards our destination. I felt free. I felt safe in my decision to make this trip with this man.
      I don't know who the man was. I had recognized him , but when I woke up, the vision faded away, and I could not remember his face that had seemed so familiar and friendly in the dream, but doubt if it was my current boyfriend. Thus begins my new journey, when upon awakening, I knew that my subconscious was trying to tell me something important.