She took a few sips of wine and set the glass down. "This has been a very strange day." She sank back in the sofa.
Abby got up and walked behind Constance, grabbing her shoulders and starting to work out the knots. "Wow, you're tense. That bad?"
Yes, that bad. But also that good. Constance exhaled and let Abby's hands work their magic. "Well, my day started off great, but went downhill from there." She wanted to say more, but the relaxing energy of Abby's hands prevented her from speaking further. The best she could do was a satisfied hum.
Abby finished working and Constance sank deeper into the sofa. "Ooh. Thanks, Abby." Then she sat up. "I'm afraid I can't stay long tonight. I found out this afternoon that a friend of mine is in the hospital, so I'm going to visit him when we're done with dinner."
May's eyes widened. "Does he have a dragon tattoo on his chest?"
Constance grinned. The Witchy Women knew all about her dream man-she shared each new dream with them. Between last night's visit and May's mention of the man, the air seemed to be filled with dragons.
"Unfortunately, no. He's just a friend I've known since I was a kid." She couldn't avoid talking about her dream much longer, but she took another moment to relax before doing so. Her friends would overwhelm her with excitement.
Serena stood up and waved her arms toward the dinner table. "Well, since you can't stay long, let's eat. Dinner's ready." They gathered at the table and held hands. Serena led them in a prayer of thanks to the people, animals, and plants that contributed to their wonderful meal.
After the first few bites, Constance was ready to tell her big news. She quietly slipped the bomb into the conversation. "I dreamt about him again last night." They all stopped eating and stared.
Serena set her silverware down. "Your tattooed lover visited you? How was it?"
So incredibly good. Constance was getting aroused just thinking about it. She closed her eyes briefly and smiled. "We made love." She paused to bask in the memory. "It was wonderful." The three women sighed in wistful delight.
May pointed a fork. "When are you going to take action here? I think you should try to do a remote viewing and find him. These dreams sound like out-of-body experiences to me, especially when they're lucid and you're aware that you're dreaming. You've got to figure out what it means."
"What it means is that I dream about an imaginary stud muffin every few months who's better in bed than any real man I know."