I Met the Woman of my Dreams!

I met the woman of my dreams!

I had a wonderful dream from which I didn't want to wake up.  I met the woman of my dreams.  She was slim, had long, blonde hair, and was wearing a very thick, gold necklace that seemed to match the beautiful golden color of her hair. 

I was in my old Armani suit walking through a hotel where I was staying with my family.  I was the age I am now.  I was looking for a woman, any woman, with whom I instended to spend the evening.  I saw a beautiful brunette, but she pawned her mother off on me.  I walked with the mother and talked with her and she seemed pretty nice, so I asked for her phone number, got it, and stuffed it in my outer coat pocket.  She went back to her room to get ready for some big Muslim ceremony that they were having in the hotel, so I continued my journey.  There were many Muslims in the hotel, some with turbans.  I didn't pay too much attention to it.

I ran into this beautiful blonde with light skin.  I was on the up escalator and she was on the down escalator.  Our eyes met and there was an overwhelming feeling that she was the one.  We kissed as the escalators passed each  other and I quickly moved my feet  to make the kiss last for as long as possible as did she.  I hurried up the escalator and back down the down escalator and she had waited for me.  We embraced one another and had a much longer kiss.  We we're in front of a jewelry shop where watches were on display on top of a glass case.  I wanted to stop and see how much a Rolex was these days so we stopped.  She grabbed a rather large Seiko and handed it to me.  I said, "Thank you, but that's a Seiko.  I wanted to see a Rolex."

"I had a Seiko and it was a very good watch."

"That's good, but that hasn't been my experience."

I found a Rolex which was in the display in a plastic Ziploc style bag.  I removed it from the display and looked at it.  Before I noticed the price of the watch, I noticed her walking toward the other end of the display where they had womens watches.  I saw that she was making a fuss about a watch that had a digital display.  I walked up by her side and was going to take off my Timex and show her the digital display.  I was going to give it to her, but when I pulled back my sleeve, I noticed that my watch had been replaced with a mechanical watch with a way too big face.  The band appeared to be a dog leash which had been tied to my wrist.  I figured it was the friend of my nephew who had been playing at the house before we left to the hotel.  I explained what happened and we hugged.  I noticed that I was starting to have feelings for this strange, beautiful woman.  We left the jewelry display and started walking toward a store that was in the hotel.

We started talking and we both fell deeper and deeper in love with each other.  Just before we got to the store (this was a REALLY swanky hotel) she stopped suddenly.  I turned to her to find out what was wrong.

"Did you just steal that watch?"

"Oh, no.  I can't afford a watch like this.  I have to take it back.  I just got so involved with talking to you that I forgot that I still had it."
I turned around and started walking back with her with my arm around her waist.  We got to the jewelry store where I put the watch back.  She looked at me longingly with those beautiful eyes, kissed me, and said, "I must get back.  It's almost time for the ceremony.  I HAVE to be there."

"Must you?"

"Yes, I must!"

She dashed off and I followed.  She looked back.
"No, you mustn't."

I didn't say anything, but I followed her about twenty feet behind.  We we're going up the escalator.  When she got off, she ran through a door that had a column on each side.  Two men in turbans stepped out armed with sabers.  I non-chalantly walked past so I could get a peek into the lobby, hoping to catch another glimpse of her.  I didn't see her, so I figured that they had gone into a special corridor.  I must have fallen in love with a Saudi Arabian of some importance.  I didn't expect that since she had white skin and blonde hair.  I kept thinking that over as I decided to make my way back to my room.
I got on the down escalator and started to make my way back down to my floor.  Actually, there were a number of up and down escalators to accommodate the traffic in a hotel that large.  There were elevators too, but I wanted to take in the scenery and continue to mull over the details of the woman that I had just met.

I had just gotten down the third escalator when I realized that I didn't know what my room number was.  I reached in my pocket and realized that I had left my cell phone in my room.
I rode up and down some escalators trying to find and remember the floor and the way back to the room when I realized that I could go to the lobby and get my room number.
I stepped on to a rather strange looking escalator which took me down to a luggage area.  It was empty except for a couple of suitcases, so I walked to an up escalator trying to get back up to the floor from which I came.  I went up escalators and down escalators, but each escalator seemed to go to a different part of the building.  I finally got close to the floor where I had originated when I saw her again.  She was arguing with someone about me. 

"He WILL come back for me!  I know it!"

"Forget him child.  You are engaged to be married to me, a Muslim from your country."

"He will come for me.  I KNOW it!  He will make a great president!"

I felt a wave of calm come over me because I didn't want to be a king.  I left over the rails and landed near her.  I fought my way up to her but was confronted by two bodyguards.
"I have to talk to her."

I quickly squeezed between the two bodyguards and stood in front of her.  She grabbed me and said, "I knew you would come.  I love you."

I asked if we could talk in private for a few minutes.  The man behind her was very angry.  I spoke to her.

"I love you too."

A voice came from behind her.

"This will not BE!"

"It WILL be.  Love conquers all."

"Yeah, yeah."

He went back up an escalator and we were alone for a minute.

"Honey, you know that I'm poor."

"But you have such fine clothes."

"Those were from when I USED to have any money.  This is America.  You can go from rags to riches and right back to rags."

"When you get back to my country, you will make a great president.  You will make a great president."

I thought about how I felt about going to her country and what changes I could make to help bring their country up to date and make peace with the U.S.  I thought that having an American president might help.

"I do want to be with you.  Love will find a way."

I knew that she wouldn't be happy living in a one bedroom apartment... especially one for the elderly, but that was all I could afford here.  She spoke.

"I must leave for a moment."

I knew she would be back.


...More tomorrow, God willing.

* Note: I lost some lines because of the highlighting feature on my cell phone which is very sensitive.