Okay, so... all OOC -- I've shared a few dreams I've had before, either in-chat or back in the day. I think the most vivid one where I was actually called 'Chase' went something like this:
The dream began when I walked down the stairs of presumably 'my house'. It reminded me of this time where I was near Saint-Maximin la Sainte-Baume, Southern France, renting a chateau with family for a week. The maid scurries from the front door towards me and informed me that they found my wife. I'm elated, I grab a coat and with the driver, headed out.
I remember seeing the coat in the mirror, it was almost a uniform, well decorated -- as if I held some sort of office.
My wife was waiting for me at the steps of the marble entrance to a library in a cream colored dress and a hat with a netted veil. (Important to note I had this dream before I was married, and the woman in the dream looks nothing like my current wife.)
Standing next to her sitting form was her new personal driver, a man I must have recently hired, because he seemed at a loss on what to do. The scene felt familiar, my wife had done this before, maybe the last time she wanted to leave the house and come into town. When she rose to greet me, I noticed she had broken the heel of one of her shoes. I didn't recall us speaking during the ride home, but I was glad we found her.
When we returned, she went about her business and I went about mine. At some point, I walked into my study, only to find her still in the same clothes as earlier in the day. Her hair was clearer to me at this stage, without the hat; dark short curls framing playful, sharp features. She looked like she needed a nice long bath, or a good nap, or both. She stood behind my desk with her back against it; while she extended a foot to brush against teal-gray curtains that framed a set of massive, tall windows.
"I'm sorry, Chase," she started, "I know that was bad."
I was about to tell her that wasn't my name, but I let it go. I only smiled back, and she continued to explain how she wanted to test the driver in case of emergency. I told her I knew, and that I didn't mind.
She went on to tell me that she didn't like the way our bedroom was located in the middle of the upstairs hallway. The fact that people had to walk in front of the master bedroom door to get from one end of the house to another made her anxious. I told her it was okay if she wanted to pick another room for us. I realized at this time, that we hadn't been living here long.
I finished my work at the table and went upstairs to shower. While in the en suite, I heard her voice coming from the room beyond. She was upset because she couldn't find me. She had said something like "Why is he never here to make these kind of decisions?" I assumed it was about the location of our new master bedroom. I either called out, or someone told her where I was.
She came to join me in the shower. She undressed, entered, and as the rain shower flattened her curls into waves against her head, I started to wonder if I knew this person at all. Then I saw a bruise against her leg, purple, indicating it had been there for at least three days.
"That doesn't look good," I said. "What happened?"
She kissed me then, and told me casually that she hit a table while moving furniture a few days ago. Something at the back of my head told me that's not what happened, but I bought the lie anyway.
After that, the dream shifted to some sort of movie that I was seeing on the screen of an outdoor theater in Mumbai. There was the hint of cigarette smoke and peanuts grilled in ash. I remember that I was holding a lighter in my hand, because it was stainless steel and I was trying to keep it from getting too sweaty because of the heat. Fireworks went off, and then a British woman grabbed my arm, saying "We have to go, things just turned south."
Then I woke up. It was so weird that I had to write everything down, which is probably the only reason I still remember it now.
