Ghostly Touch

He just couldn’t figure out how a dream could seem so real, could feel so real that he actually ejaculated in his sleep. That hadn’t happened since he was a teen.
    But here he was, a grown man having wet dreams.
                  Zula’s story about her ancestor and his knowing one another was definitely strange, but his ancestor Connor was completely unknown to him. He didn’t believe in reincarnation any more than he believed in witches, ghosts and goblins.
                  The story was simply a local legend and had nothing to do with him today, or with his nighttime dreams and emissions.
                  Connor toweled off, put on deodorant and got dressed. He had a septic tank to dig up in less than thirty minutes.
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                  Or was it Connor and not his great-grandfather? Zula wondered. Was it possible that the two of them were so connected that they were actually making love to one another? But how could she broach the subject with Connor? It wasn’t like she could say, Hey Connor, any sex dreams about me recently? She chuckled and shook her head at the thought.
                  “Come on, Thad. Let’s get some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” She carried the cat downstairs to the kitchen and he sat on the counter watching Zula scramble eggs with fresh sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms, and cheese. When finished, she put a portion on a plate and blew on it until it was cooled, then set it on the counter next to Thad.
                  Pulling up a stool, Zula ate her breakfast but didn’t really taste it. Her mind was on the dreams, and as great as they were lately, and she knew the man in her dreams was Connor, she didn’t understand why he hadn’t even tried to kiss her, much less attempt to have sexual relations with her. Was he having the dreams too? Were they just dreams brought on by a lack of sex? It had been quite a long time since Zula had a man in her bed, maybe they were something more, like transcendental dreams perhaps? Maybe the two of them really were soul mates and in their sleep-state, they connected on a transcendental plain? If that was the case, then Connor would be having the same dreams as she. Now, just how would she go about asking him if he is having the same dreams?
                  “So, what do you think, Thad? Should I just say, Hi Connor, had any sex dreams about me lately? I’m sure that would work.” Zula laughed and took her plate to the sink, washed it, and put it in the wooden rack to dry. “I have a few things to tend to in the back yard, Thad. I need to deadhead the roses, pull a few weeds, and get the flower beds ready for winter planting. I’ve got some new bulbs I’m going to put in for spring.”
    She grabbed her things from the back porch and opened the screen door. Thad followed her outside and found a warm, sunny patch to make himself comfortable. While Thad stretched and laid down, Zula knelt on her knee pad and began sipping the dead heads from the rose bushes. Suddenly, she began to feel woozy, like she had drunk one too many cocktails, or stood up too fast. The world around her began to spin.
    “Grandma Zula, is that you?” Zula said, barely able to speak at all. “What is going on?” She felt the world spiraling out of control, as if she was falling, spinning, being stretched in every direction.
    Then everything appeared to turn white. So bright she couldn’t keep her eyes open against the intrusion. And the roaring in her ears sounded like a thousand oceans crashing against the cliffs. But just as suddenly, the sound was gone, and the eerie silence was more frightening than the sound had been. And then she was flat of her back and every sensation she had felt was gone.
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                  Connor sat up in bed, feeling as if he just had a bad dream, although he couldn’t remember dreaming. He swung his feet out of bed and as he stood, he grabbed a robe and put it on while walking down the hallway to the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, he drank it down, then poured another, still feeling very thirsty. The strange feeling of having a dream bothered him but he still couldn’t remember dreaming, and after another glass of water, he went back to bed.
                  Barely having shut his eyes, Connor felt his stomach lurch, as if he was about to vomit. He sat up suddenly, feeling dizzy and out of place.