Another moment where I’m blessed with my husband’s presence, if only in another dream. Where I rarely would ever dream, now I seem to be getting more of them and, thankfully, involving my beloved husband.
Saturday night presented me with a dream of the movies, once more sitting beside my husband while we watched the screen. For some reason, the film of choice was the Rocky Horror Picture Show, although not with the actual cast (1970’s version, not the dreadful remake). The only cast members I remember was Antony Costa as Eddie (for some reason), although I don’t ever remember him being involved with any production and the most dreadful Columbia that I’ve ever seen, which was from the last production of the Rocky Horror Show that I saw at the Leeds Grand Theatre. I probably had Costa in the dream because Duncan James was in the latest production of Rocky Horror. The man should never do drag. He looked like the love child of Joan Crawford and Arnold Schwartzenegger.
So my husband and I are in this theatre, watching Rocky Horror like it’s a normal movie. There was no audience participation. There was no carnival-like atmosphere. Just a movie. There we sat, drinks in the holders, holding hands. That’s what I remember… holding his hand. I turned to look at him in the darkness, as I often did, and smiled to see him there. I can remember the feel of his hand in mine. I think we even made a few snarky comments as we often would do and giggled to ourselves.
One of the most normal activities which we indulged in, but one so precious to my memories. I dread going to the movies now. Even with friends, it’s not the same. I just knew that regardless of my hesitation to cope with the human race, fighting to maintain my composure in the face of human idiocy, I would be okay as long as he was at my side.
He was the one person who made everything alright.
Sometimes you just need a person like that.
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