Two weeks ago I had a dream about Alphonse that was not a dream.
My dogs had woke me up to go outside around 5:15am and I got back to sleep around 5:30.
It’s likely that Alphonse was already awake at this time.
In my dream I had run into him at a party. The party was at someone’s big, two story house and Alphonse and I were alone in an upstairs bedroom.
I was naked and he was standing behind me, fully clothed but I could feel his erection pressing into my ass through his pants. His arms were wrapped around me with one hand pressed firmly down on each breast. It was very erotic.
I couldn’t see him at all but I knew that it was him.
He was leaning his face around over my right shoulder. I turned my head and asked, “When are you going to fuck me, Al?”
He says, “not right now but when the timing’s better.”
It was his voice, clear as day.
I woke up after that feeling like, what just happened?
Today, Alphonse and I were alone in a car for a few moments and I told him about the dream – having no idea how he might respond.
He wanted to know all kinds of random things like what time of night the dream occurred, do I dream a lot, do I usually remember them, etc.
I was recounting the details.
“And you said, wait for it… not right now but when the timing’s better. You really need to talk to your dream self about fucking up a perfectly good opportunity.”
I thought that last part was funny but it hit him hard.
We were sitting side by side in the front seat of someone else’s car outside of Mac’s Cafe. He took my left hand in both of his hands and looked straight ahead; not saying a word and clearly consumed with the usual cloud of dilemma and torment.
And then the moment was over. I had to get out of the car and he had to go and we probably won’t see each other or talk again for at least a week.
On and on and on like this, for years.
No Rest For The Wicked 
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