The dream was totally strange. Given the fact that I'm head-over-heels for Orli and Viggo.
It took place on a ranch out west. My father left it to me when he died and when I married, my husband took over the running of it for me. I don't really remember who my husband was, but the more I think about it, the more I tend to think it was Vig. But the dream wasn't about him. It was about a feud between landowners and the arms I found comfort in--Sean's.
There was a meeting between forces at a neutral spot between the two parcels of land. A tool shack was nearby and even though my husband didn't want me there, I showed up anyway and hid in the shed so I could see what was going on through a broken slat at the bottom of the door. As the two parties met, the foreman of the other ranch stepped forward and I thought it weird that the owner didn't show up.
Then suddenly he was standing over me as I lay on the floor, a oily smile on his mustached face. He throws down something in the dirt next to me and tells me, "You fill in the amount. You make sure your husband does what I want and you can write your own ticket. It's signed and you know I'm good for it." I glare at him and tell him to "stuff it" and that "we're not budging on the water rights". He squats down next to me and whispers in my ear, "You will. This, I promise you."
Then he's gone.
I'm shaking, I'm so scared. Suddenly, Sean appears and gathers me into his arms and asks me if I'm all right. I can only nod and let him hold me. The ranch owner scares me and evidentally, always has. I had a though he had something to do with my father's untimely death but could never prove it. Sean tells me I'm safe and that he's gone.
It seems that it's Christmas and I'm the hostess for the ranch party at "the big house". Wives and girlfriends come in and are bringing dishes of food and everyone is happy. Except me. I feel trapped and scared. Then suddenly Sean appears, dressed in light denim, his hair long and fluffy and he just smiles and winks at me as he takes his plate of food out to the front porch to watch the kids playing volleyball in the yard. I find myself busy with the party but in the back of my mind, is the worry about the ranch owner and the fact that my husband doesn't see me and know that I'm scared.
I wander off from the festivities and find myself sitting on the main staircase where I have a clear view outside to the yard. Suddenly, Sean appears in my line of sight and moves to join me on the stairs. I talk with him and tell him I'm scared about the feud and I'm afraid that someone will end up dead. He smiles and leans down and takes my foot in his hands and says "you need to walk barefoot in the grass, Lass. It'll clear your mind. Come with me." He removes my shoes and stands, holding out a hand to me.
I know I shouldn't, that if I do, it'll be a betrayal of my husband. Even though I wouldn't let it go *that* far as to become physical. I take my vows seriously even though I know my husband no longer loves me. I just need the comfort. We walk around the yard, my arm tucked in his--all very proper. We watch the party wind down and the campfire roar to life. He pulls me close and I cling to him in desperation. He bends down and whispers, "Ahh, Lass... if you were mine, you'd know you were loved."
The next thing I know, I'm sitting beside him with my head on his shoulder and we're watching the sun come up from the top step of the front porch. I tell him "I don't want this night to end. I'm afraid of what the day brings." He smiles and pulls me close. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going anywhere. I'll watch over you."
Then I wake up.
Pretty intense, huh??