Dream Girl

I’m so glad I’ve dealt with my emo bullcrap and that I actually feel like writing again. I’ll probably explain my emo-ness more in one of my next posts. I need to.

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Have you ever had a dream so good you didn’t want to wake up?

That was me this morning. I ended up sleeping in a good few hours longer than I was supposed to, because I didn’t want to get up and leave the dream. Then I woke up feeling really good and couldn’t remember why. I still couldn’t remember when I was walking to the supermarket, and couldn’t remember during the long wait in line. First I thought it had something to do with Tobago-Guy, or someone else on the trip. I only remembered on the walk back to the dorm.

This was the dream. I was trapped in somebody’s house, because of some fight or battle between two different groups, and I was being held prisoner. But the house was more like a mansion. Beautiful. Lights and marble and winding staircases everywhere. And I was being kept prisoner, but for some reason I was being treated very well and could wander where I pleased.

I went to take a bath. Or maybe I went to hide from someone, from my captor… The bathroom is beautiful too. The bathtub is big and white and gleaming.

Here’s where it starts to get fuzzy. There’s a person in the tub. I don’t know if I know him. He might be someone I knew from my life, or someone I knew in the dream - I might have seen him walking around in the house before. Or maybe he was someone I only imagined I knew. And I suddenly need to hide, and for some reason, I find the tub an effective hiding place. So I get in as well. We’re both laying in the hot water. I’m on top of him, and he doesn’t seem to mind, even though he’s naked. We’re just looking at each other, and feel very tense and scared because we don’t want to be found.

And I realize that I was mistaken when I thought he was a boy, because he’s not. He’s a girl – a very androgynous girl – with small, lovely shaped breasts and pert, dark nipples and broad shoulders and clear, white, smooth skin and dark, short, floppy hair and dark eyes.

We’re smiling at each other. Hesitantly, with my heart beating wildly, I lean down and kiss her.

Her lips are soft, and surprisingly cool, contrasting with the water that’s surrounding us. The kiss itself is amazing. Gentle, and probing. Our tongues entwine lazily. At the same time, it’s incredibly intense. I’m melting (cliche as that may be). I feel like our wet skin is going to meld together and the hot water is going to engulf us both.

That’s what I miss. I miss the simple, yet shiver-inducing, quality of a deeply intimate kiss.

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