Category: In Dreams

In the first dream, she found his traces.

But the message come back to her said wait a year.

And she was much aggrieved.

In the second dream, she came upon him in a nondescript setting doing his thing.

“Who is that?” she asked of one of the cafe’s participants.

“Don’t you know?” answered a relaxed fellow, now including her as an insider.

And she was then certain that her love had walked behind a curtain into a hall.

And her hand trembled just a little as she reached out to part the cloth and reveal its contents.

He didn’t look like a presupposition of any type except for his height.

Because she still did not know what he looked like.

But the elements were there…

So she took his hand, ready to bridge into mutual guidance.

“In the dream, something settled in me, and I was at last happy…

At peace.

I had found the real strip of city-towns along the coastal edge that before I could not place in pre-fashioned dreams’ ‘reality.’

That perfect combination of favorite aspects from different locations that I have had prior experienced in my life – became all proportionately blended into one.

For some reason, this had been very important to me for sime time to achieve.

Perhaps it was because these different snippet sensations each provided of certain sense of place particular to my needs that when combined ended up feeling like ‘home.’

My imagination had crafted the perfect idealism at last…

In effect, breaking the code.”

To have and to hold.

On the empty, paved lot next to the gas station and just before the freeway on-ramp, they paced with signs of longing and need, waiting…

She could sense their desperation and saw how that, too easily, they were willing to sell their selves short for just a glimpse – the briefest taste of any paradise.

But she just parked nearby with the engine kept running for a couple of minutes…

Then he turned and walked directly her way.

“I gently entwine my arm through my love’s arm as we interlace fingers and I hug him close to my side and say to the world, ‘I’m going home to rest, now – and taking this lovely man with me.'”

Once they were reunited, she would not want to part from him, again.

She saw them come and go.

Different personalities, types, and genders.

She didn’t like some of the guys there looking at her, because she’d seen them from the beginning and didn’t like being attached to after everyone else had been picked through.

She had been once in the way past interested, too – but had learned better early on when she caught a derisive glance cast at her from one who thought that she wasn’t looking at that moment.

It only took that one painful lesson to shore herself up away from him and pull up straight after that.

Since then he seemed to have mellowed toward her – and in fact he seemed to sometimes go out of his way to place himself directly in front of her so that she’d notice.

But she didn’t want anyone there.

And she certainly wasn’t going to trust him now that she knew that he was capable of cuting her care into ribbons behind that neutral facade.

Recently there was another one circling, getting ever more bolder over time as his confidence picked up.

She didn’t understand why these guys thought to try with her.

She wasn’t flirty, kept to herself, and (in her mind, anyway) clearly had injuries that she was working on overcoming.

She wasn’t there for the chance of dating.

She was there for healing and some female peer and staff exchanges of friendliness.

And maybe, if he thought of it, the one she wanted might someday walk in.

“I could have wrestled.”