The Dream

[riverotter]

It is 6 in the morning. I had a dream that re-occurs from time to time. I do not know what sparks it, but it is dream that brings me both happiness and sadness. Through the anonimity of this place, I feel free to tell you.


I dreamed about you again last night. We sat outside of a Cafe, perched on a hillside, overlooking the ocean.

We were holding hands and nuzzling, the breeze gently floating your hair around your face.

As we kissed, it was the taste of strawberries and roses mixed as one and found our love not wanting.

I noticed a stirring inside the Cafe. The people were smiling and pointing at us. But I had no time for them. Then something tugged at the edge of my subconscious.

A lady came out and said something to us in a language I did not know. She returned with a small glass with a silver stem and motioned us to drink.

The liquid slowly slipped down my throat. It produced a bliss beyond imagination. Again the tug was there.

Then I realized the truth. It was a dream. A dream that I have had many times. Each time I cannot see your face clearly but the sensation is the same each time.

Heaven.

As the dream slowly fades, I am both sad and glad. I am sad to leave this place but happy because at another time I will return and once again be at your side.

When once again I dream of you.

[rblyl (deleted)]

`Where'd all the dreamers go...to remind us of the beauty of dreams we all had, and how to dream again?

Rebel

[fullmetal (deleted)]

What a beautifull dream!
it was the contents of dreams which brought me here.
Though it is quite personl having garded it fo rmany years.
i stand between two men. one is white one is Native American. the whie man speaks of undying love and promises nd beggs me to choose him. the Native American only smiles at me and holds out his hand. i know ifI choose the white man i will never find happiness, only by choosing the Native American could I find that happiness.
i drempt this dream for almost 20 years now the men stay the same. only the other things change places people in the dream. over the years the white man held a baby. after years i had my youngest. now A hawk visits me regularly comming ot sit on our fence a few feet form our door. Still I search for what the dreams really mean. is he waiting for me to decide? is it ever to late has too much time elapsed? Do dreams ever really mean any more than the depths of our subconsciouse minds ?