The dreams

I am still thinking about the really bad night I had and I'm hoping it will be a good one tonight. I cannot have another dream like that. It was like a James Bond film being played backwards. Ok no weapons, but plenty of other action going on. I replayed a scene in my youth (yeah I'm old now), I was probably 22 back then and in real life actually had a lot of action going on. But it was a strange dream where I spoke in French, and although I can also do that in real life, I was constantly trying to avoid and escape another woman's suspicions while getting in on with her husband. Sounds difficult now, but it was very real at 22. Amazing delirious dream where I also had my way and left her stranded. Red dress and heels, poor hubby just lost it, as he did when I was 22. But I am looking at the photos of now and poor hubby doesn't look like a catch at all. He was back then. But I also stranded him, as soon as he stranded the wife. And I've never got over that. My conscience has a habit of creeping up on me, sometimes in these vivid dreams. The thing is it didn't feel bad in the dream. It was all excitement, all plush red velour, all Moulin Rouge style. Me included. I did look like that at 22 anyway. But what hit me so bad, is that I felt so powerful. The world was at my feet and I was about to be a mistress in more than many ways. The world was my slave... in the dream. Not so now. I wonder what dreams may come.