I've always had very vivid dreams. I see colors, hear conversations; I even smell things in my dreams.
When I awoke one morning, I had a very distinct impression of the scent of Jasmine in my head. I love Jasmine. I have a Jasmine vine growing up a trellis on my back porch.
Often my dreams repeat, almost like a soap opera where each dream is like a new episode of the same story. This morning when I woke I remembered being in an airport and being fascinated with a beautiful woman there. She had smelled of Jasmine; her perfume, no doubt. And she seemed familiar, as though I'd seen her before.
When I emerged from dreamland, I didn't recall who she was or why she was in an airport; nor, for that matter, why I was there, as well. I don't think I was traveling, but that's how dreams are sometimes; full of ambiguities.
The girl in the dream had gorgeous auburn hair and a voluptuous figure. I sensed she was about the same age as me. In the morning, as I lay in my bed and tried to recall all I could of my dream, I realized I'd been in love with the girl in my dream. I felt butterflies in my tummy as I thought of her, and a tingling in my pussy, too. Her name seemingly on the tip of my tongue, I struggled to remember it. Alice? Alison? Alicia! That was it.
But as dreams so often do, most of the details rapidly faded away. All I remembered later was a beautiful redhead named Alicia that made me all giddy when I thought of her.
But life moves on. I had to get myself out of bed and off to work. 'Work' being a 'mom and pop' coffee shop in a small town just beyond the sprawling suburbs of DC, in Virginia. Horse country. Thousands of grassy fenced acres with the Blue Ridge Mountains sitting on the western horizon.
At work, the usual morning rush was just tapering off as I looked up from the cash register and was about to ask the next customer for their order, when I froze.
"Oh my god, Alicia?" I said to the stunningly beautiful redhead who was the next customer in line waiting to order. She was also the girl from my dreams the night before.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" she responded, a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh... uh, no, not really. It's hard to explain. Okay, let me get your coffee order and maybe we can chat if you've got a few minutes. I'll try to explain," I told her.
Alicia agreed and I took my lunch break early so I could sit and talk with her.
"So, what's the deal? How did you know my name?" She asked me as we sat in a secluded booth near the back of the shop.
"I had a dream about you last night," I told her. "I saw you at the airport in my dream. We were friends... well, actually more than friends. I was in love with you."
"Oh my god! I flew into Dulles last night. I'm starting a new job next week in Reston," Alicia said. "I don't get it, how could you recognize me and know my name through a dream?"
"I don't know. I was stunned when I saw you in the ordering line a few minutes ago," I said. "But I recognized you immediately. And, well, I know stuff about you. I remember making love to you, I recall exactly how you tasted, how you smelled when you came on my face and I licked you clean... uh, in my dream, that is," I told her unabashedly.
"Holy fuck! Seriously?" She said in a loud whisper.
"Yes, it was just as vivid as you are to me right now, sitting here with me," I said.
"Oh my god... I... uh... I don't know what to say, except, well, I'm getting really turned just thinking about it. About you, you know, your face... down there, doing me," she whispered, sounding a bit flustered.
"Listen, I know we don't know each other... I'm a total stranger to you, but I feel like I've known you forever, ever since I had that dream," I explained.
"Yes, oddly, I do know just what you mean. As soon as you spoke to me I felt like I knew you, like we were old friends," Alicia said. "How bizarre."
"Listen, I know this is going to sound insane, but I want to take you home with me. To, uh, have you spend the night with me, and, um, to make love to you, like in my dream... I'll understand if you say no. In fact, I expect you to say no; I mean you don't even know me," I said as I turned a bright shade of red from embarrassment, not believing what I just proposed to her.
"Oh my, that is insane. But, what's even more insane is that I can't imagine anything I'd rather do than to accompany you to your home... and, um, to your bed," Alicia said, also blushing.
"Oh my, alright then. I get off work at three and my apartment is only a ten minute walk from here," I told her.
"I've got some shopping to do, but I'll make sure I'm here at three," she assured me. "I'm so excited, I can't wait!" With that, she threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug.
I was tempted to kiss her, but I was afraid my boss would see and fire me for making a scene in the coffee shop, so I refrained.
After she left, I watched the clock all day; amazed at how time can be so cruel. It creeps by when you eagerly await something marvelous and then flashes past once you get it.
Alicia came into the shop at ten to three and ordered a cold drink. When I finished my shift I joined her at her table.
