Free Coronado Dreaming (The Silver Strand Series) by G.B. Brulte, Greg Brulte, Gregory Brulte Page A

couple walked past with a Golden Labrador puppy; it was intensely interested in every object it came across, sniffing and pawing momentarily before it then bounded off to the extent of its leash to sniff and paw at something else.
     
    She and I were holding hands, and I thought to myself how nice it was to actually feel our fingers intertwine… solid flesh pressing against actual, solid flesh. Periodically, Melody would lean her head close to mine for a kiss, just light and gentle on the lips since we were in public. Her breath smelled of lemons, or maybe it was mangos… whatever it was, it was intoxicating.
     
    Never have I felt so complete.
     
    Never have I felt that there was no other place in the universe I would rather be.
     
    I had a seat at the most exquisite spot in existence… location, location, location… that’s what the real estate people always say, and I have to agree. The location was next to her. Next to her sweet personality and beautiful countenance. Next to her shining hair, soft skin, and lilting laughter. Next to her enthrallment at the sights and sounds and smells all around us.
     
    We stood up, still holding hands, and walked upon the concrete path. The same path that I remembered her looking out over a few weeks ago… searching for me and finding nothing.
     
    In the dream, however, we were together, and all was well… beyond well… simply perfect, in fact. She stopped and pointed out into the water. This time there was a pair of dolphins. They surfaced together, and we could even hear the whooshing sounds as they cleared their blowholes to take in the crisp, San Diego air. We watched in disbelief as they frolicked in the water, happy and slick and muscular. I wanted a better view, so we stepped up onto the little seawall. Melody looked over at me and smiled an impish smile… like she had a surprise and couldn’t wait to show it to me.
     
    She did. Still holding hands, we began to rise over the bay.
     
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    I’ve only had a couple of flying dreams in my life, and they were fantastic. The wonder and freedom and joy that come with the suspension of gravity are amazing… but, to have at your side a beautiful creature experiencing the same emotions, sharing the same experience, is doubly amazing.
     
    We could see the dolphins from above, and still holding tight to each other’s hands, we swooped down low over the water.
     
    The wind whipped past our ears. It gave me that excited feeling you get in your viscera when you jump from a high diving board. We could see the two marine mammals barreling through the water like torpedoes, and then they leaped into the air as if they wanted to join us. They called out in their high-pitched voices as Melody and I arose into the bright, blue sky; the dolphins splashed back down and continued on just under the surface.
     
    Sailboats and jet skis were small below us as we circled the bay, and I could see the red roof of The Del in the distance. The golf course was deep green and the graceful bridge curled against shimmering waters.
     
    We flew higher and higher, until the sky began to darken.
     
    Looking out, I could see the curvature of the earth from our height, and still, we rose. Stars began to shine and flicker… Coronado Island and the protective arm of Point Loma began to look like places on a map, and then, places on a globe.
     
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    The atmosphere had become merely a dim, blue halo around the planet when we stopped. We hung suspended in the inky blackness all around us, and hugged each other close; I could feel Melody’s body against mine… our contours were perfectly matched. I buried my face in the area between her neck and shoulder, and despite the lack of oxygen I could smell her delicious fragrance. I had come to associate that