Pelgris

I dreamed I was crossing this busy street by my house, that there was a woman there and that she was crossing the street too she pointed out a oil slick and I walked right through it saying ” my shoes have great traction”. I went on and on about them and she smiled and asked questions. I was very proud of those shoes. We got to our destination in this vast parking lot, my truck. Usually in these dreams where my truck features, I can’t find it. I’m giving her a ride somewhere I pull out my keys and when I, a large man steps from the shadows and demands my keys. I tell him not a chance and he says “fine, I’ll just take it”. I pull my blade from a pocket and flip out the blade. He pulls out a 4 inch knife. I rush him, then hear a shot ring out. My companion took out a gun and shot him, quick as you please. I look over at her and say. “I had it handled.” she says, oh yeah, what were you going to do? Get stabbed until he got tired. No. I retorted, I was going to take the first hit in my stomach and then stab him. Great plan she says, I especially love the part where you get stabbed, stupid. Then we are driving and we just arrive, at her destination. I see that there is blood on my clothes so I go over to some kind of secret cache that has a washing machine. I take off my clothes and set them to wash, and I step into the shower. The whole time she is right there with me, keeping up a conversation. I am utterly unselfconscious around her. We talk while I shower. We end up going back to my place and we are talking with my sister about music, going through a new lot of music and then it cuts to us sitting back to back, holding each other up while my family talks about something or other. Her hand finds its way under my shirt and she is fondling my pecs. I return the gesture then we get up and go to my room, she sits on the bed then we cut forward to her leaving in a vehicle purchased by my father for her. For saving my life. I try to get her to stay but she says if I try to keep her too close I’ll lose her. I let her go. That scene or variants of that scene occur several times. Each time I’m more desperate for just a few minutes more with her. She comes back into my life and she’s in trouble. Some Russian drug dealer wants this pill she stole. I only care that she was in trouble, I set up a elaborate plan that involves a rival drug kingpin. Set it up so there is an apparent double cross and they take each other out while we walk out of the meet unharmed. We are holding hands and happy. . Fade to black. No memories of the dream then but I wake to my brain singing, “going to the chapel and I’m gonna get married”. And I mean actually singing it not dreamed. But as I wake