‘I would love to have been there,’ I said, and his voice disappeared again. I dealt with some other planes, before catching the tail end of his landing. It was not as smooth as I’d thought it would be.
‘What happened there, Flightbird Six Zero Zero?’
‘City Tower, I think we encountered some wind shear. Flightbird Six Zero Zero.’
‘Copy Flightbird Six Zero Zero, I’ll check Terminal Doppler weather radar. Please vacate left onto Alpha taxiway, and contact Ground Control on zero two zero point one.’
‘Copy, and vacating left onto Alpha taxiway, and contact Ground Control on zero two zero point one. Flightbird Six Zero Zero. Are pink suits still a thing, or did they go out in the seventies?’ he asked.
‘Were they ever a thing?’
‘I’m not sure, actually. Okay, see you soon, City Tower.’
‘Have a good day, Flightbird.’
‘You too.’
The wedding was suddenly upon us. I hadn’t seen Andrew at all in the week leading up to the wedding, not physically anyway. But I’d spent a bit of time with him,metaphysically, so to speak. To my shock, Andrew had been appearing in my dreams with increasing frequency. Usually, the dreams were benign – they involved the dogs and planes – but on one occasion, the dream had not been benign at all.
There had been sex. A lot of it. The sex had been particularly rambunctious; apt synonyms includeboisterous, unruly, roughand, my personal favorite,rampageous.
We’d had rambunctious sex so many times that night that when I woke up the next day I was utterly exhausted from my nocturnal activities. But it hadn’t just been the sex, there had been more to the dream, and these elements unsettled me all day. Later that night I’d googled their symbolism. Not that I put any stock in dream interpretation, but . . .
Finding a four-leaf clover in a dream can be a symbol of falling in love.
I’d wanted to tell someone about all this obvious oddness, so I’d messaged Jennifer and told her that my subconscious might want to have sex with my pretend boyfriend who I seemed to be having some real feelings for, even though the relationship was fake. Unfortunately, given the time difference, I’d only received a message the following day.
Jennifer:Was the subconscious sex hot?
Pippa:It was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
Jennifer:Damn! I hate that. When subconscious sex is so much better than real-life sex. Colleen and I are going through a bit of a dry spell at the moment.
Pippa:How long have you been together now?
Jennifer:A year. Is that too soon for the sex to stop? I think it is.
Pippa:I wouldn’t know. The sex usually stops after a few weeks in my relationships. That’s because I never see them again.
Jennifer:Maybe we just need a break, like a weekend away.
Pippa:Go snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef.
Jennifer:Because nothing says sexy like goggles, snorkels and flippers.
Jennifer:So what’s this about real feelings?
Pippa:I think I’m having them.
Jennifer:Do you think he’s having them?
Pippa:I can’t say for sure, but I suspect he might be.
Jennifer:Interesting.
I waited for her to write something else, but she didn’t.
Pippa:Is that all you’re going to say? Interesting?
