Froggy and *nocturna* in 'How can a dream come true?'

After my august period of deep sleep, it is time to start hunting again. And what could be better prey than a nice redcrested italian bird? *Nocturna*. Or 'how can a dream comes true?'

It seems that *nocturna* is a romantic girl, who can easily go wild. Strange but that's exactly how i am too. It also seems she likes obscure movie directors better than anybody (but is Froggy really anybody?) First i need to know more about Wim Wenders and Kiezlovsky. I decide to go to see Norbert Moutier, THE specialist in strange and unknown movies (he's even heard of his own movies, which is pretty incredible!) After being at Norbert's shop and watching him working, with his zip gaping open the whole time, on his next movie, his next fanzine, and searching for "Whatever Happened to Baby Scary Spooky Frankenstein?" for a customer, i ask him about those two weirdo foreign directors.
"Oh, don't watch that crap!," he says. " It is so boring you will fall asleep in less than 10 minutes!" Ok, so i'll need some (wink) 'vitamins'....
*nocturna* is living in Triffouillia, in Italy. I have 3 plans to find her:
1) go to the beach, where she likes walking her two dogs,
2) find a cinema which plays Wim Wenders or Kiezlovsky movies (if they really exist!), or
3) try to meet her in the woods... I decide to go for the first solution.

1) On the beach

The beach is quite nice. The sand is a pale ivory color and very fine... And full of cola bottles and papers full of grease. The sea is green... and full of petrol and sun cream. A very and lovely romantic place. Typically Italian.
After waiting about an hour, and enjoying a nice romantic dream , i hear a dog barking far away. As i rise my head to see it, i suddenly hear a piano. It is a strange and simple tune that's very very familiar. My mind is boiling. How can a dream come true?
I see a killer goth girl, wearing a long black dress and long black gloves , standing at one of the entrances to the beach, flanked by two black dogs. She has long, curly red hair but i can only see her in black and white. And i can still hear the piano. She doesn't move. She looks at me, and still doesn't move or say anything. She's so nice and elegant, i'm quite impressed. I would like to stay there, sitting on the beach and watching her for hours...for years...for-ever!...but at my visual climax i notice that even if SHE still doesn't move, her two dogs are now jumping around me, barking hate and jealousy at me for eyeballing their beautiful mistress.
Before i have time to get up, one of the dogs bites my back, while the other starts scoffing my right foot. In a desperate move, i try to run (the two dogs still firmly attached to me) and jump in the water. With all this sun cream at least i won't be burnt by the sun. "Froggyyy!.... Varneeey!" she screams, and the two pooches run back to her. Incredible! She named those monsters after your two heroes!
Next moment I'm alone on the beach. I'm freezing. I feel fat. My back is bleeding.
How can a nightmare come true?...

2) At the Movies

After yesterday afternoon's royal cock-up I finally find an arty cinema where a Wim Wenders movie is playing. I just need to wait, close to the cinema to see if my love, *nocturna*, will come. I know she will, I can feel it. After a 15 minute wait she's there, with the same dress and gloves, but not with the mutts this time :) She buys her ticket. I buy my ticket (the price is high to see this kind of movie, but it's a cheap at any price to be by *nocturna*'s side :)
She sits down. I sit close to her.
"Ciao, Belezza" i say her.
As an answer she calls the usher over and orders a big ice cream. Hmmm, I Loooove to kiss frozen lips. Vanilla frozen lips of a real goddess is my favorite dessert... How can a dream come true?...
Right after she's finished licking and sucking, I inch closer and lay my head on her left shoulder. I ask:
"Hope you don't mind if i sit this way? My back is really hurting and this is the only way i can sit." "So why don't you put your head on the other side?" she says, leaning forward and looking past me.
"Oh sorry", she says, "I didn't see..." She giggles.
I take a look for myself. There's a huge Italian mama of about 300lbs two seats away, eating a giant vanilla ice cream. With a second pair of buttocks instead of boobs. Vanilla frozen lips of a real circus freak fat lady is not my favorite dessert...
I turn back to *nocturna*. We're still looking into each other's eyes when the obscurity of a movie suddenly starts.

About 5 minutes later, i hear a long yawn coming from *nocturna*. It is true that the movie really sucks! I was about to sleep myself. I lean even closer. I can see one of her shiny eyes reflected in mine. Suddenly she grabs my face and kisses me passionately. God! I really love frozen lips...She kisses me harder and harder. Then she grabs my cheeks and bites my neck, hard...harder and harder. I'm about to scream. She's like a tigress devouring on her prey. I couldn't even imagine it would be so easy. Taking off our clothes we start making love in the cinema. People are so bored by the movie they start watching us. It is so violent and amazing they start to applause.

Froggy's the best :) How can a dream come true? Suddenly i feel a soft caress on my leg. I turn my head to the left and i see the awful circus freak touching my leg and smiling at me...and on the right...no more *nocturna*! DAMN! I was just dreaming! Nothing happened! The film was so boring i fell asleep! And i had my best ever dream...but nothing happened! And now i'm awake with the circus freak close - too close! - to me, touching my leg, and now my, my...nooooo!
I run out of the cinema with my wet pants, just hoping i didn't snore.

3)In the forest

Ok, this is my last chance: find *nocturna* in the forest where she likes to walk. In peace. Alone. No, not alone...with Froggy this time.
I find a big dead tree trunk and i decide to hide myself inside. After a lot of "injections" from bees and some honey in my fingers, I realise that *nocturna* will never find me there. So i write these mysterious words on a sheet of paper: "Heaven is in the tree"...I pin it to a tree and start waiting again.
Another erotic dream later, I hear a clear, fresh laugh carried by the wind. I'm sure it is *nocturna*. She's not so far actually. I hear light footsteps coming closer, rustling the leaves. And then she stops. I imagine her reading my note. I close my yes. After a while i wonder if maybe she's scared. I open my eyes. And what a surprise!
No. What a dream!! *nocturna* is watching me with a big smile.
"Hello, Heaven", she says with a voice full of promise.
That piano is playing again...
"Actually my name is Froggy", I answer, "but you can call me Heaven if you want, beauty of my dreams..."
I jump out of the trunk.
"Do you always live in this old tree trunk? That's weird".
"No, i was just waiting for a dream. But how can a dream come true?"
"What kind of dream, strange little French frog?"
"I'm waiting for my princess"
"I have the feeling I already saw you many times" (of course she saw me two times already but i'm good at make up :)
"In a dream?" i ask.
"Maybe...yes, maybe in a dream"
"I also have the feeling i saw you many times, in many dreams. I think YOU are my princess" watching her deeply in the eyes, taking and holding her hands.
"But i already have a prince", she says, visibly upset.
"In your dreams?" i ask.
"No, in reality", she answers, even more upset.
"But maybe dreams are better... are sweeter... are forever?" I ask: "Do you want to be the princess of my dreams?"
After a few seconds of hesitation she answers. A yes, with a smile. And my heart starts melting.

We walk for a long time, holding our hands under the first falling leaves of autumn. When suddenly she tells me, with impatience :
"I changed my mind! No more time for dreams. I want you to be my prince for real, and I want you right now!"
And she grabs my arms so i fall over her, into the leaves.
She starts kissing and biting. Harder and harder.
She starts to put her tongue everywhere (no, not my lashes, i have make up...too late!"
We start making love. This time nobody is there to applaud except those singing birds.
And the only words I'm able to tell her, slowly in her ears (the Julio Iglesias way) are :
"How can a dream come true?".