Pepper was filled with conflicting emotions. The dowdy,
forty-seven-year-old nurse’s aide had been dismayed to learn that one of her longtime
heroes, blues-rock guitarist Gerry Clifford, had been placed in a care home in
London’s storied Crouch End borough. At just sixty-two years old, Gerry had
been diagnosed with dementia.
Pepper always thought that Gerry was sweet and smart, and
she felt that what was happening to him was terribly unfair. She wondered if he
was frightened. She knew that she would be. So, she sent a wish into the
Universe, inviting Gerry to come to visit her if he felt lonely or afraid. On one
hand, she thought this was a foolish thing to do. On the other hand, she was an
adept oneiromancer, although she had been trying to avoid the Dreamlands
While working the night shift at Trinity Gardens Retirement
Community, Pepper slipped into the employee lounge and dozed. To her delight,
Gerry came to visit her. To her surprise, he expressed romantic feelings for
“Surely he’s mistaking gratitude for desire,” Pepper told
herself. “I’ll have to straighten him out, gently. I can’t let myself fall for
him. No more dream lovers—not ever.”
Pepper sat on the dilapidated bed in her cold, squalid
bedroom. She found a relaxation video on the computer, lay down, and pulled the
covers up around her. Her quintet of cats joined her, curling up beside her. As
Pepper began to drift off, she sensed Gerry’s gentle presence.
“What are their names?” Gerry inquired.
“Who?” Pepper asked.
“The cats, silly bird. What are they called?”
“They’re called cats,” Pepper responded puckishly. “You said
Gerry smiled and caressed Pepper’s face.
“Blimey smart-arse,” he teased. “I know you wonder why I
like you, but you oughtn’t. You make me smile.”
“I’m a fat, ugly lump.”
“I bloody well beg to differ.”
“Are you going to tell me you don’t think I’m fat?”
“I’m telling you that you ain’t an ugly lump. Anyways, ain’t
nobody ever mistook me fer beautiful. Why fret about it? If some arsehole can’t
see the good in you, they don’t deserve to know you. Why don’t you forget this
nonsense and come dancing with me in the Dreamlands? C’mon, take my hand. We’ll
be there in a flash.”
All Dressed Up for the Dance
Pepper left her tired body and followed Gerry through the
gate that he conjured. They emerged in a modest room at a motel in the
Dreamland city of Falona.
“This is one of me permanent residences in the Dreamlands,”
Gerry explained. “Take a look in the wardrobe, Darlin’. It don’t lead to
Narnia, but you can imagine something lovely to wear and you’ll find it there. C’mon,
hop to! I wanna get dancin’.”
“Gerry, I don’t know how to dance,” Pepper protested.
“I really don’t either. That’s the nice thing about bein’ astral.
Your thoughts take the lead. You’ve never been dancin’ in your dreams?”
Pepper shook her head.
“Then allow me to be your first partner.”
“My only partner,” Pepper corrected. “Once I’ve danced with
you, I won’t ever want to dance with anyone else.”
“Well, maybe not a slow dance, but I’m sure that you’ll want
to dance other styles with others. Take Paul and David, for instance. Me
brothers like to cut a rug. I’d not get jealous if you wanted to do a little
tango with Paul or Davy. Each one of ‘em has his own unique style.”
“I just hope I don’t end up making a fool of myself.”
“You won’t. Do you fancy my look?”
Gerry spun around in front of the mirror and his casual
clothes transformed into a sharp tuxedo.
“I have to say, I never imagined you in a tux,” Pepper
“’Ey, I was capable of bein’ elegant when I wanted to. It
didn’t happen often, but sometimes I liked to play fancy.”
“You look very fetching, my sweet fetch.”
“Now it’s your turn. I wanna see what you choose.”
Pepper closed her eyes and imagined herself in a ball gown.
She spun around as Gerry had. When she looked in the mirror, she was dressed in
an orchid chiffon gown with a full, frilly skirt.
“You look luscious, my comely clairvoyant,” Gerry praised.
“Are you sure I don’t look like a giant dish of sorbet? I
like the color of this gown, but I’m not sure it’s right for someone with my
“Well, I like sorbet, and sherbet, and ice cream, and very
recently I’ve discovered that I have quite the craving for Pepper. It’s my very
favorite spice. Now, let’s have a little vertical expression of a horizontal
desire, shall we?”
Gerry and Pepper walked from the hotel to the grand
ballroom. The revelers spun and twirled with ease, and Pepper feared that she
was going to wind up as a laughingstock. Sensing her unease, Gerry approached
the bandstand and spoke to the orchestra leader. The handsome, olive-skinned
man with the slick black hair seemed happy to see Gerry and the pair embraced.
Gerry returned to Pepper as the band began to play Artie Shaw’s “Stardust.”
“That’s me brother-in-law, Cecil,” Gerry remarked as Pepper
stepped uncertainly into his open arms. “” E’s married to me eldest sister,
Nancy. C’mon, Darlin’, relax! Yer spine is stiff as a rod.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to squash your cute little feet with
my big, clumsy ones,” Pepper fretted.
“I ain’t sure me feet are that cute. Anyways, you oughtn’t
worry about it. Just let yourself move with the music. Before you know it,
we’ll be the smoothest couple on the floor. Close your eyes and move how you
Pepper closed her eyes and allowed herself to move with
Gerry. As the song crescendoed, his lips pressed against hers, and she felt as
if the two of them were melting together, becoming one with the music and the
Dream Lover is a 1959 song written and initially performed
by Bobby Darin.
“All dressed up for the dance” is a line from the 1957 song “A
White Sport Coat,” written and initially performed by Marty Robbins.
Come Dancing is a 1982 song written by Ray Davies and
performed by The Kinks.
Write about a first date that surprises both people, but in
Submitted on 15 February 2021—my 56th birthday.
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