In the shadows of a fraser fir...
I want to release this from my head before I forget. It was such an intense dream I need to be able to remember it.
It started with a young man (whom I know outside my subconscious) becoming physically close to me in an effort to keep the words he was saying between just the two of us. Then I felt his hand on my side, the other hand on my opposite hip. He drew me in closer. It became obvious his intentions were more than sharing a secret. He turned me and kissed me. My mind was racing between the kiss and the thought that this seducer was only five or six years older than my own daughter. I took comfort in knowing that she didn’t know him. I found great pleasure in the kiss though. Not a person I would imagine kissing in reality. Though one never knows now…
Before the kiss ended the scene changed to he and I in my bedroom (at least I think that is where it was supposed to be.) The surroundings were familiar and there was a bed and we were headed for it. But we were stopped by an ex-boyfriend who was sitting on it arguing with me about me bringing strange men home to HIS dog. Once I spit out the words “She is not your dog, she is mine”, the scene changed again…
Driving along a windy road with steep cliffs and silver shiny guardrails, I realized I was following someone. Him. The one who kissed me. But I was so tired. I drove faster and faster to keep up. Fighting to keep my eyes open. Coming up to a sharp corner I realized I could no longer stay awake and was driving much to fast. I felt my self pull the wheel to the left and falling asleep at the same time. Hoping that I would manage to turn without going through the guardrail. Next I was seeing a very peaceful scene. A happy group of people in a field. The place I believed to have been the destination I was driving to. Thinking I made it. Thank God I made it! Then a horrific thought came to me. What if this is what God shows people when they are dying? To ease the pain. Both physical and emotional. I started hearing voices. Frantic voices. And I couldn’t move. I felt trapped. Like something not human was holding me down. I started to panic. I was dying. Then I woke up.
Wow – sometimes you just have one of those dreams that sticks with you for a while. I wanted to save the memory of it somehow. But hours later it is still as vivid as when I was dreaming it. What do you think? I need Prozac maybe?
It started with a young man (whom I know outside my subconscious) becoming physically close to me in an effort to keep the words he was saying between just the two of us. Then I felt his hand on my side, the other hand on my opposite hip. He drew me in closer. It became obvious his intentions were more than sharing a secret. He turned me and kissed me. My mind was racing between the kiss and the thought that this seducer was only five or six years older than my own daughter. I took comfort in knowing that she didn’t know him. I found great pleasure in the kiss though. Not a person I would imagine kissing in reality. Though one never knows now…
Before the kiss ended the scene changed to he and I in my bedroom (at least I think that is where it was supposed to be.) The surroundings were familiar and there was a bed and we were headed for it. But we were stopped by an ex-boyfriend who was sitting on it arguing with me about me bringing strange men home to HIS dog. Once I spit out the words “She is not your dog, she is mine”, the scene changed again…
Driving along a windy road with steep cliffs and silver shiny guardrails, I realized I was following someone. Him. The one who kissed me. But I was so tired. I drove faster and faster to keep up. Fighting to keep my eyes open. Coming up to a sharp corner I realized I could no longer stay awake and was driving much to fast. I felt my self pull the wheel to the left and falling asleep at the same time. Hoping that I would manage to turn without going through the guardrail. Next I was seeing a very peaceful scene. A happy group of people in a field. The place I believed to have been the destination I was driving to. Thinking I made it. Thank God I made it! Then a horrific thought came to me. What if this is what God shows people when they are dying? To ease the pain. Both physical and emotional. I started hearing voices. Frantic voices. And I couldn’t move. I felt trapped. Like something not human was holding me down. I started to panic. I was dying. Then I woke up.
Wow – sometimes you just have one of those dreams that sticks with you for a while. I wanted to save the memory of it somehow. But hours later it is still as vivid as when I was dreaming it. What do you think? I need Prozac maybe?
posted by B Kiddo at 1:41 PM
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