Mr Dudley

As I was halfway through my flight and half asleep, I began to dream about an elderly gentleman sitting next to me. In the dream, after saying his name was Dudley, he started telling a story about his early life romance and enduring marriage. What amounted to a dream about a dream, Mr. Dudley's story upended my sleep and with all ears in, I began to listen as he went on to say: "There was a 16-year-old girl named Sweet, and a 19-year-old young man named Sitruc. They had a very short season of romance. She was not the one that 'got away'. She simply was among several that 'went away'. Before Sweet, there was a childhood sweetheart named Max. And after Sweet, there was Beauty, Pretty, Charm, Rose, and Stunning. Looking back, I have concluded that none of them 'got away' but simply 'went away'. Yes, they all went away like yearly seasons. Like the early rains of Spring, they showered upon me a sense of exuberance, fascination, and infatuation. They were sweet and wonderful, but a lasting relationship was not to be. Like dramatic scenes in a play, they walked across a stage of my life, played their roles, and moved on, as did I on their stage of life. There were some tears, but the curtains closed. They were all genuine, and not one of them was ever really seen as the one that got away, but I suspect their purpose was to 'make way' for Honey, the one that I met and married. She was not the one that got away, nor one that went away. She was the one in 1970 with whom I fell in love and caused me to forsake all others for her. I have been forsaking ever since, and we have been married for 50 years". As the plane touched down, I awoke from a sweet sleep and a most wonderful dream. 91422PSCtest, The Mystical Dream. Anoucheka Gangabissoon.3P