Vacuosity

I had a dream last night about a girl. Not just any girl, but an object of desire.

Her name was Dauphine (Doh - feen) which is french for dolphin. Why, I don't know; but even as I repeat it to myself now, I think it's beautiful. Not because of any aquatic association, but purely on the basis of the sound of the name, and how it's spelled.

Julia and I were at the mall, and we saw her on a television in the window of an electronics store. She was a television personality and I felt much the same way about her as I do about Sarah Jessica Parker.

Julia was teasing because apparently Dauphine had broken a leg somehow.

"Hey, there's your girlfriend," she said when we saw her, "Yeah, I'm sure she looks great with a cast."

A full body shot came on, and I saw no cast, just an incredibly beautiful girl. She was an asian/ebony mix who was dressed in some strange, revealing outfit, with a pair of white thong underwear worn on the outside. As she walked towards the camera, I felt redeemed.

Suddenly, in that spliced-reality way that dreams have, she wasn't in the TV but was actually walking toward me.

As she got close, I took her behind the neck, pulled her to me gently but firmly, and without hesitation. We began the most intense dream kiss that I can remember having. At some point, I became aware that this was no longer simply a television fantasy but an actual infidelity, and felt a little guilty about it. Not guilty enough to stop, mind you.

It makes me laugh to think about the silly, exotic names we give to our fantasy girls. Guys' dream encounters are often a fair bit more romantic and passionate than we care to admit.

My brother once told me about a dream he'd had as a teenager, where his dream girl was named Smoke. She kissed him deeply, and as she left he called after her, "What's your name?"

She had looked back sultrily and tossed the word over her shoulder, "Smoke." The name lingered in the air in much the same way as the actual thing.

It occured to me that there might be a dream entity; that Smoke was Dauphine who was that unknown person you dreamt about and have never forgotten. One solitary fantasy reiterated in dream after dream. If that entity represents something we all desire, that might not be too far off the mark, especially if Dauphine is really a perfect love.

posted by David @ 6:20 a.m.