She dreamed her ex-fiance was leading her along a “merry chase” of being almost close enough to him – then his leaving again.
Luckily, a new friend who looked like a younger Jane Seymour held out a hand to her and said with a smile of welcome, “Let’s ‘get lost’ and explore these exotic lands you came to visit!”
Later, she found herself tormented in a hometown-like countryclub veranda and countryside outdoor get together where the latest power couple were vacationing.
She was an ouslander in a situation where she could have easily belonged by birthright, but that her mother inadvertantly had made sure would be barred to her.
The woman now lapping up all of the lavishment had made a gluten-free, flakey-crusted chicken pot pie and had left her some on the open stoveway through which she could see the gentiles lounging.
Grateful for the yummy sustenance and thinking everyone had already eaten, she gave herself a generous portion.
But then, “Mr. Elusive” entered the kitchen looking amazing as he sought some for himself.
As the dream began to fade at the improbability of their union, she struggled to share her heart’s message of “I love you.”
Upon waking nonplussed from her emotions being taunted, she thought, “Maybe I should just take up some cooking!”
