Dreams and Nightmares
She will sing to me in the morning,
when the sun begins to rise.
Pretty lady from the city,
you’ve got country in your eyes
Vivid dream last night in which I lived through the most ideal version of romance, love, my brain could design.
The girls face was the only unclear part of this experience. I’m used to this.
The ether doesn’t give us answers such as: what does our true love look like, how/when will I die, how can I end the reign of alphabet entities in America. Simple questions. Dreams will hint to us by showing certain places, time of days, certain ‘blueprints’…. and others, but they’ll only hand you the answers on a silver platter if the time is HERE.
See TempleOS for example of this.
We laid across the Persian rug. Intertwined, comfortable. Absent of abnormal breathing (this happens with girl on your chest) absent of trying to capture this moment in a bottle. A rare thing for me! We spent what seemed like hours just moving our fingers back and forth on each other until eventually we’re holding hands in that schoolkid manner of pure joy and ecstasy at the slightest taste. Sex was an afterthought. Maybe the dream began after we’d already done that. Noway to tell except to reinforce this piece of intimacy wasn’t in the time frame of the dream I experienced.
Between this loud physical realm were the soft spoken interludes of her voice praising us, praising God, praising the World for bringing us together. How dim life had been before! How bright it seemed at the time, but how low lit our electricity made it seem.
I think of this often. Ignorance is bliss!
Your best day, a day that starts your New Life could be tomorrow. Tomorrow you may look back on today with an exhalation of HOW did you make it through without this. Be it love, new opportunity. Anything that’s added to your life that makes you look back and shake your head in confusion. Wondering for a couple minutes how a single random meeting changed your trajectory so upward, so quickly. At once I was afraid! I was petrified….
She was experiencing this while laying on me. And vocalizing it all the way. Taking me through the journey of her memories and feelings. Women do this and when they do you have two options
Leave the room
buckle down and let their whirlwind of emotive expression pour on you like water starved peace lily because.
Smoking a joint and choosing option 2 is always a crazy ride. But no drugs were present in my dream. I wasn’t sober as it seemed like my head was dizzy with what, feeling, affection? Something that made it less cold, less private.
I was listening to her words like they mattered.
A strange sensation as it’s easy to be ‘listening’ when you really just want to get into her pants. All of us are guilty of this! But to experience a more pure exchange of intimacy, sharing, understanding had filled me with that drunken feeling of wooziness that comes before the alcohol induced depression hits.
She spoke of us together. She said we were designed intricately, by the hand of the most talented Creator. Full in our own uniqueness. Created to have learned Love before needing or wanting it from another. This, she reaffirmed, made us ready to sail off without worry.
I continued to listen. There was nothing for me to say. I knew how I felt and words were a sick injustice to the emotions and experiences inside me. Plus, when she lifted her head to look into my eyes I knew she saw everything she needed to see. Commitment and passion. Wonder and intrigue. Fulfilment and Hope.
After her emotional purge of truth we lay still for a bit longer. Lost again in touch and imagination.
Suddenly the shadows on the wall disappeared into a full grey scale. The sun that had been shining through the windows disappeared behind a dark sky. Wind smashed against the side of the wall. Drops of rain began to sprinkle the glass. She began to stand up and as she did a crack of thunder loud enough to shake the place echoed from outside.
I snapped my head in the direction of the sound and to my surprise found I was in my bed alone. The Persian rug has disappeared. The feeling of bliss kissed Love gone.
I roll out of my room and into the kitchen to check my phone.
Two messages, both from a whore,
“hey!” “what’re you doing today?”
I throw the phone out the window onto the traintracks.
PS.
Creating shop for pre smoking ban cigarettes - would you be interested in ordering?
Due to FDA and ATF (entities who I LOVE, RESPECT, ADMIRE) I’ll have an age verifying section (21+) and a certification designating their purchase is for collection, not consumption.
Much Love,
Winston
Souled Idea
Atlantean King
Appalachian Knight
