Dreams come true

8

"Riley... Riley..." I heard his voice and felt his hand on my shoulder shaking me a little bit.

"What, Dinger?" I asked half asleep.

"You gotta let go, I have to work." He chuckled as he spoke. I opened one eye and realized I had both arms wrapped around his waist and my head on his chest.

"Sorry." I say and pull my arms our from around him and sit up. My eyes were half open and my hair was a mess but I didn't care. He's seen me like this before but I couldn't help but feel like a child.

"Have I told you how cute you are?" He smiled at me and hopped out of the bed and towards the hall.

"No, and I haven't told you either." I stretched and walked to the bathroom to do my business. when I walked out, Dinger walked out of his room with a brightly colored hippie top and baggy pants. I walked in the kitchen with him and saw Rachel doing the dishes and Bobby preparing coffee. "Hey, thanks guys for letting me stay the night.'

"Thank you for keeping it quiet out here." Bobby laughed and my eyes widened.

"No, no, none of that happened." Dinger said and mixed somethings in a glass creating a greenish liquid.

"Did any of you have any weird dreams last night?" Bobby asked and poured coffee into his mug. Rachel and I shook our heads no.

"Yeah, actually I did. What was yours, buddy?" Dinger said and opened a little bottle of a protein powder. Bobby told us about a woman with handcuffs and the sunglasses from last night, him being chained to his bed, and something about being taught how to make love like a man. I can't lie I stopped listening when he first started talking. "You know my dream was kinda like that, but my girl was asking for a key, and she was wearing the sunglasses as well. I'm telling you Bobby it's gotta be coleman."

"Here we go again." Bobby threw his hands up in the air.

"Come on Bobby it's gotta be Coleman, what are the chances that you and I would have the same dream about our dream girls-" Dinger stopped talking and looked at me. My eyes were wide and I had a smirk on my face.

"Go on, Dinger. As you were saying." I said and he seemed so worried. I smiled and nodded in curiosity of what he was going to say.

"We had the same dream, with your dream girl and some random girl for me, wearing the same sunglasses that Coleman sent us. There's gotta be a connection, you're gonna meet that girl and Coleman's preparing you for it."

"Well Dinger, what about your girl, huh?" I asked him.

"Oh come on that's not fair."

"What's not fair? "

"Ok, I get it but that girl was gorgeous."

"I'll let this one slide because she's some girl from a dream you had."

"Yeah come on, Dinger. You've talked about getting back together fo years." Rachel said, taking my side.

"Do you guys always gave to pick on me?"

"It's a hobby" Bobby added and sipped his coffee. "But I will give you that the were very erotic dreams, but that's all they were."

"Ok Bobby, but what about the sunglasses? Did you see what they did?"

"Yeah, I saw." He said quietly.

"That's all you have to say? Come on those are very powerful sunglasses. I think Coleman's using the sunglasses to communicate with you and I, and I also think Coleman knows that you are living your life without love, and he's trying you send you your dream girl."

"Gee, thanks Dinger. But do you really think that's what his last wish was?"

"Not his last wish, his current wish."

"Ok if Coleman was really trying to send me love I will gladly take it." Bobby nodded. "Because I'm gonna take the glasses down to Lester and I'm gonna have him take a look at them, and see what they're made of."

"Bobby forget about Lester, he's got about as much sprituality as a throw rug. You just gotta believe, buddy."

"Well I gotta go, does the expression, 'be careful what you wish for' mean anything to you?" Rachel asked them as she but on a Jean vest.

"Nothing." Bobby said and shook his head. "Mean anything to you?" He looked at both of us.

"No, nothing at all." Dinger said and I shrugged my shoulders. "Hey Riley you wanna come to work with me today? "

"Condomania?" I asked in disbelief that he would ask me.

"Yeah, it'll be fun, trust me."

"Sure, because who doesn't love to sell condoms."

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

"Ok, ok but first can you come with me to my hotel so I can shower?"

"Yeah, sure thing."

Bobby said bye and Dinger and I hopped on a bus to my hotel.