The Catherinette Chronicles

He was in my dream last night.  It was one of those dreams that was so vivid that it could have been real.  I dreamt that I took my whole family to his restaurant and he ignored me.  When he passed me at one point I asked him, “Aren’t you going to talk to me?”  He was mad at me about something, and said so, then ended it with, “This is over.”  “What’s over?” I asked him, confused.  He didn’t hear me because he was too busy walking down the steps to his apartment (which was magically located underneath the first floor of the restaurant).  I couldn’t follow because he hadn’t invited me down and I didn’t want to be rude.  I called after him to come back and talk to me, and he wouldn’t listen. 

CHL arrived and I begged him to help me.  I knew that by asking him that any chance between the 2 of us would be thrown out the window, but I didn’t care.  That’s when I realized how much I liked him.  “Please.  Make him talk to me.  I just want to fix this,” I told him.  He promised to do his best and went down the stairs after him. 

I waited.  An hour went by before CHL came back to tell me that DSE was really mad about something.  “He doesn’t want to see you.  He doesn’t want to talk to you,” he told me.  “Please, you have to help me,” I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.  “I’m trying,” he said, “I’m getting him drunk.  It’ll work.  Don’t leave.”  Retelling the dream that sounds like one of the dumbest things that I’ve ever heard.  In the dream, however, it made perfect sense-sure, go ahead and get him wasted and I’ll be up here at the top of the stairs waiting like an idiot.

Another hour went by before CHL appeared from the downstairs apartment.  He stumbled up the stairs and nearly hit his head on the top step.  His eyes were red as they had been doing a lot of shots (again, seemed totally normal in my dream).  “He’s hammered, and he thinks you’ve left.  He’s coming up the stairs.  Grab him there.” 

I stood and waited for him, slightly hidden from the door frame.  DSL emerged from the basement, and looked around the room.  He saw me, turned around, and walked back down the stairs.  “Wait!” I called after him, “Just talk to me, please.”  CHL told me to follow him.

The space below the restaurant was a huge apartment.  He was in the corner, sitting on the couch.  I sat on the ottoman in front of him.  “Please.  Talk to me.  Don’t be mad at me.  You have nothing to be mad about.” I’m not exactly sure what happened but the next thing I know my hands were cupping his face and I was about to kiss him.  We kissed and then stopped.  He leaned closer towards me and I remember holding his face, closing my eyes, and whispering, “I really like you,” as he kissed me again.

Then I freaking woke up.  I immediately attempted to go back to sleep to try to pick up where it left off.  No such luck.  Instead, I tossed and turned for about 15 minutes before dragging myself out of bed.  Stupid waking up ruins everything sometimes!