Last Night's Dream
Lolly, I had the weirdest Hank and Sitri dream last night. You were Sitri, of course, and I was Hank, but neither of us looked like Angeline. We were us, other than the fact that you were blond.
It started in the Bella Luna where I (Hank) found out you (Sitri) had a separate home I didn’t know anything about it. With feelings hurt, I pouted until you promised to take me. You said I wouldn’t like it, but I said I didn’t like it and you should sell it.
However, once the word spread from the Bella Luna that you were going to your “country home,” men started lining up at the train station. Each planned on being your suitor for the duration of your visit to your other home in hopes of becoming a mate. There were princes from foreign lands, brave knights, navy men, rich men, commoners, every type of man imaginable waited at the train station when we arrived. You ignored them all and took me to your private car.
Your servants, which I found both surprising and queasy, directed the men to the three other cars and began their instruction on the expected code of conduct for the weekend.
On the train ride to your country home, every man performed a talent for “your pleasure.” In one of the cars between our and theirs, one had a stage with pillows all over the floor for the audience and soon-to-be players to rest. I endlessly poked around, smelling and trying to understand this whole other life my sister had. I heard the men talk about your sexual appetites, though none of them had first hand experience. All they spoke about was myth and gossip. Sitri in the bedroom was legendary - in fact, one of your alleged favorites was where the man remains in chains in a ready state all night.
In fact, some dark skinned, Arabian prince performed this very feat on stage. He was tall and bald, with silver chains running across his face. His eyes were dark and passionate. The thicker, bondage chains are silver and lift and stretched him off the floor. He writhes to the gentle music, but as far as I can tell, you don’t even watch. The rest of the men booed at his open attempt to woo.
Some of the men would ask me questions about you, looking for a way to gain your favor. Some flirt with me, but me being Hank, I just blushed and ran away.
We arrived at your country home at night amidst a storm. It was hard to see, but when the lightening flashed, I saw two-story, stone house much like the country homes in the English country side. Everything smelled of wet, thick green and heather. It made me want to hunt.
The big, front windows were open and I scream, “It’s raining in the house!” Only you and I seemed to care about the house. We pushed all the windows shut and closed the wooden shutters on the blind. You sent everyone off to bed, pointing to a wing opposite the one you take me. Immediately, your servants pushed the men towards the other set of stairs against their wishes.
The next day, as promised, you took me swimming in the lake. You said you had something to show me that would convince me to keep the house. Not far from the house, the lake was wavy and large, with a very long dock made of wood and stone stretching out into it. We stripped and dove in. Coming up for air, I saw a head bobbing above the water, with eyes just above the surface looking at me. However, the head and eyes were completely made of water - almost completely transparent.
“A water sprite!” I was so excited (and you know how Hank is excited). You swam over and started singing the water sprite’s song. She sung with you as we swam. I eventually hummed along because I didn’t know the words and the sprite thought that’s funny. Far from the dock but near another shore, we all found a rock just under the water’s surface to sit on. I had a very nice conversation with the sprite who looked very much like a three-year-old. She was delightful in telling a story about a starfish when a ruckus from the docks caught our attention.
In our absence from your house, Superman arrived looking for you (stop laughing). He needed your help. However, the other men thought he was there to court you. In a fever of jealousy, they clunked him on the back of his head. With Superman woozy, the lot carried him out to the dock to throw him in the lake.
“We have to help him!” I told the spirit suddenly full of fear. We all swam to where Superman hit the water, driving down to grab his limbs. You pulled him towards the dock, passing through under an underwater archway to reveal a passage way under the docks and out of the water.
“It leads to the house. It used to be used for smuggling,” you quickly explained as all of us struggled to lift the Man of Steel out of the water - except the sprite who couldn’t leave the water.
And that was where I woke up.
It started in the Bella Luna where I (Hank) found out you (Sitri) had a separate home I didn’t know anything about it. With feelings hurt, I pouted until you promised to take me. You said I wouldn’t like it, but I said I didn’t like it and you should sell it.
However, once the word spread from the Bella Luna that you were going to your “country home,” men started lining up at the train station. Each planned on being your suitor for the duration of your visit to your other home in hopes of becoming a mate. There were princes from foreign lands, brave knights, navy men, rich men, commoners, every type of man imaginable waited at the train station when we arrived. You ignored them all and took me to your private car.
Your servants, which I found both surprising and queasy, directed the men to the three other cars and began their instruction on the expected code of conduct for the weekend.
On the train ride to your country home, every man performed a talent for “your pleasure.” In one of the cars between our and theirs, one had a stage with pillows all over the floor for the audience and soon-to-be players to rest. I endlessly poked around, smelling and trying to understand this whole other life my sister had. I heard the men talk about your sexual appetites, though none of them had first hand experience. All they spoke about was myth and gossip. Sitri in the bedroom was legendary - in fact, one of your alleged favorites was where the man remains in chains in a ready state all night.
In fact, some dark skinned, Arabian prince performed this very feat on stage. He was tall and bald, with silver chains running across his face. His eyes were dark and passionate. The thicker, bondage chains are silver and lift and stretched him off the floor. He writhes to the gentle music, but as far as I can tell, you don’t even watch. The rest of the men booed at his open attempt to woo.
Some of the men would ask me questions about you, looking for a way to gain your favor. Some flirt with me, but me being Hank, I just blushed and ran away.
We arrived at your country home at night amidst a storm. It was hard to see, but when the lightening flashed, I saw two-story, stone house much like the country homes in the English country side. Everything smelled of wet, thick green and heather. It made me want to hunt.
The big, front windows were open and I scream, “It’s raining in the house!” Only you and I seemed to care about the house. We pushed all the windows shut and closed the wooden shutters on the blind. You sent everyone off to bed, pointing to a wing opposite the one you take me. Immediately, your servants pushed the men towards the other set of stairs against their wishes.
The next day, as promised, you took me swimming in the lake. You said you had something to show me that would convince me to keep the house. Not far from the house, the lake was wavy and large, with a very long dock made of wood and stone stretching out into it. We stripped and dove in. Coming up for air, I saw a head bobbing above the water, with eyes just above the surface looking at me. However, the head and eyes were completely made of water - almost completely transparent.
“A water sprite!” I was so excited (and you know how Hank is excited). You swam over and started singing the water sprite’s song. She sung with you as we swam. I eventually hummed along because I didn’t know the words and the sprite thought that’s funny. Far from the dock but near another shore, we all found a rock just under the water’s surface to sit on. I had a very nice conversation with the sprite who looked very much like a three-year-old. She was delightful in telling a story about a starfish when a ruckus from the docks caught our attention.
In our absence from your house, Superman arrived looking for you (stop laughing). He needed your help. However, the other men thought he was there to court you. In a fever of jealousy, they clunked him on the back of his head. With Superman woozy, the lot carried him out to the dock to throw him in the lake.
“We have to help him!” I told the spirit suddenly full of fear. We all swam to where Superman hit the water, driving down to grab his limbs. You pulled him towards the dock, passing through under an underwater archway to reveal a passage way under the docks and out of the water.
“It leads to the house. It used to be used for smuggling,” you quickly explained as all of us struggled to lift the Man of Steel out of the water - except the sprite who couldn’t leave the water.
And that was where I woke up.