I rarely have largely incoherant dreams, much less of direct people. Generally it's me alone in one vast eccentric landscape or another. Too much Dali in my diet I suppose..
On occasions I have dreamt about a friend or a guy, it didn't go well. Usually betrayal or death or complete madness or some mission of doom, perhaps. I usually wake up unsure.
I spent too much time dreaming up my Dark Knight I guess, for him to bother with my nightly escapades..I've always been openly sexual and then I started writing erotic horror so sex in my unconscious world was very rare.
For a week now on and off I have dreamt of the most insane, vivid things. If I didn't know better (Which I don't) I'd call them normal dreams!
I met someone outside a cafe, he actually saved me from getting sideswipped by a car. Chivalry is alive in faerie if nowhere else. Hard to explain all the parts. As usual alot with me was ragged at least in my memories. To my surprise this same energy..feeling was there 2 nights later. There was no face. There is no name.
Only the feeling. Familarity..Connection..
It is the strangest thing and all the more powerful because it's so familiar. I have known that soul. Somewhere in time, somewhere in space. Once before. I have known him..
Then I had the most erotic dream last night. Of my entire life and likely anyones. Of the Same Essence. I know only a little of Tantric sex and rarely had somone worthy to really explore it with. But this would have put a master to shame..
I could tell by the throbbing in my clit I had actually come..I'd think repeatedly..
This may sound strange but I can actually make myself have a small death by squeezing inside and contracting the muscles..It's never happened while I was asleep though..
I wonder if it will always be just star-gazing on Olympia and the unheard current in the ether. Will I ever See Him Again? Who is he?
What has kept me so..reserved, afraid, unwilling to let so many in my life?
