To sleep... perchance to dream...
I had the most interesting dream this morning, and I thought I had better write it down before I forgot what it involved.
The location was on the opposite side of Main Street from the shipping department where I work, out in front of the flower shop. Apparently there was some sort of special day festivities happening, but what they were is beyond me. I remember sitting at a table, watching SOMETHING going on in the street. There were other tables in the street. I saw people milling around, and then heard someone announce the winners of a “dance contest”. For some reason, I knew that I was a participant in this, but you know how dreams are…I heard them announce the second place couple, and it wasn’t me. I got anxious as they began to announce the first place winner, but again, it wasn’t me. They then said that I had won the third place prize along with my partner. I thought to myself that this was great news! I glanced over at my “friend” sitting next to me, but who this guy was escapes me since I didn’t really recognize him. I said something to the effect of “Hey! Third place! That’s great!” He looked at me and said something negative that I can’t remember, and then I remember asking how many couples were involved. He said a hundred couples were entered, and I said “But we got third! That’s great!!!”
I began looking around and saw this extremely beautiful figure of a woman walking behind my “friend” with this downcast and depressed look about her. She couldn’t have been more than her mid-20’s, maybe 27 at her oldest. She was about 5’ 8”, and couldn’t have been more than 120 pounds. Her shoulders were caressed by the most beautiful blond hair, in which was some type of decoration, but I can’t really see it in my mind’s eye any longer. She was dressed in some type of white outfit which framed her so well; I immediately knew that she was my partner in this contest. I remember getting up and walking over to her and attempting to console her, but she was still disappointed all the same. I leaned against the wall of the flower shop and we sat down, and she joined me, sitting between my legs. We were sitting in this weird configuration where my legs were wrapped around her waist and my feet were behind her. She was sitting perched on my feet, which I know sounds uncomfortable, but it was the most comfortable position I could imagine ever being in.
As we talked, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, but it was totally natural, as if she needed this type of consolation. Another friend joined us to my left. This one was female (I think). This person sat next to me as my partner and I talked. My partner said something about how disappointed she was, and I brought up the fact that we got third place out of a hundred couples! She conceded that it was a good thing, and all the while I kept stroking her lovely face, trying desperately to bring her out of her funk.
She then said something about a singles competition that she participated in, and how she performed. She talked about how poorly she did, then I said something about how truly amazing she had danced. I remember telling her that I watched EVERY MINUTE of it, and brightness immediately rose in her gorgeous countenance. It was almost as if she couldn’t believe that I would sit there and watch her dance! She asked me if what I said was true, and I remember saying “Of COURSE its true!” I then looked at the person sitting to my left as if to say “Does she think I’m crazy?” and then looked back into her strikingly alluring eyes. She had on lots of makeup, but I attributed that to the performance, so it didn’t really even faze me. I don’t normally like lots of makeup on a woman, but this was a special circumstance, so I let it go. She was so extraordinarily exquisite that it didn’t matter in the least.
We sat there talking about stuff, and I passed my fingers over her cheeks in a very tender and loving manner. Normally for me, doing something like this would never happen since I am so shy and reserved, but it was almost like second nature. I caressed her face and brought her chin up when she hung her head in disappointment. All I wanted to do was to stare into those bewitching blue eyes of hers (or were they green?) and make her feel better. The touch of her skin under my fingertips was like passing my hand over a silken fabric, yet it was so warm it sent chills through me. I stared into her face as she spoke of something else… then I woke up.
I know… sucks, huh?
I can still just BARELY see her captivatingly seductive face and hear her melodic intonation if I think about it hard enough, but the weirdest thing about it was the fact that it was as if we were somehow “cosmically linked” in some way. I could see it in her eyes and strained expression that she didn’t care what any other person on the planet had to say about her individual or our combined performance.
Just me.
Only me.
Mine was the opinion that she most cherished. I could tell by how she reacted when I told her I had watched her solo performance in its entirety. She danced for me and no other, my diminutive angel in white and her dancing shoes. It makes my stomach knot to think I shall never see her again, if even in a dream. To bring her face to mine, just once more, to gaze longingly into her soul and being would almost make life complete. To one more time hear the dulcet melody of her voice, almost as if it were a love song derived from my innermost thoughts and desires, would make me whole once more.
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If you know her, tell her I love her with every ounce of my being. Let her know that somewhere out there in this vast world we live in, there is one man that will always be rapt in her exhibition. Explain to her that no matter what she does in her life, whether it is exceptional or mediocre, I live for her and her alone. With this point, I have found meaning in life. Take it as you will, but as long as she is aware of this, I can live on.
The location was on the opposite side of Main Street from the shipping department where I work, out in front of the flower shop. Apparently there was some sort of special day festivities happening, but what they were is beyond me. I remember sitting at a table, watching SOMETHING going on in the street. There were other tables in the street. I saw people milling around, and then heard someone announce the winners of a “dance contest”. For some reason, I knew that I was a participant in this, but you know how dreams are…I heard them announce the second place couple, and it wasn’t me. I got anxious as they began to announce the first place winner, but again, it wasn’t me. They then said that I had won the third place prize along with my partner. I thought to myself that this was great news! I glanced over at my “friend” sitting next to me, but who this guy was escapes me since I didn’t really recognize him. I said something to the effect of “Hey! Third place! That’s great!” He looked at me and said something negative that I can’t remember, and then I remember asking how many couples were involved. He said a hundred couples were entered, and I said “But we got third! That’s great!!!”
I began looking around and saw this extremely beautiful figure of a woman walking behind my “friend” with this downcast and depressed look about her. She couldn’t have been more than her mid-20’s, maybe 27 at her oldest. She was about 5’ 8”, and couldn’t have been more than 120 pounds. Her shoulders were caressed by the most beautiful blond hair, in which was some type of decoration, but I can’t really see it in my mind’s eye any longer. She was dressed in some type of white outfit which framed her so well; I immediately knew that she was my partner in this contest. I remember getting up and walking over to her and attempting to console her, but she was still disappointed all the same. I leaned against the wall of the flower shop and we sat down, and she joined me, sitting between my legs. We were sitting in this weird configuration where my legs were wrapped around her waist and my feet were behind her. She was sitting perched on my feet, which I know sounds uncomfortable, but it was the most comfortable position I could imagine ever being in.
As we talked, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, but it was totally natural, as if she needed this type of consolation. Another friend joined us to my left. This one was female (I think). This person sat next to me as my partner and I talked. My partner said something about how disappointed she was, and I brought up the fact that we got third place out of a hundred couples! She conceded that it was a good thing, and all the while I kept stroking her lovely face, trying desperately to bring her out of her funk.
She then said something about a singles competition that she participated in, and how she performed. She talked about how poorly she did, then I said something about how truly amazing she had danced. I remember telling her that I watched EVERY MINUTE of it, and brightness immediately rose in her gorgeous countenance. It was almost as if she couldn’t believe that I would sit there and watch her dance! She asked me if what I said was true, and I remember saying “Of COURSE its true!” I then looked at the person sitting to my left as if to say “Does she think I’m crazy?” and then looked back into her strikingly alluring eyes. She had on lots of makeup, but I attributed that to the performance, so it didn’t really even faze me. I don’t normally like lots of makeup on a woman, but this was a special circumstance, so I let it go. She was so extraordinarily exquisite that it didn’t matter in the least.
We sat there talking about stuff, and I passed my fingers over her cheeks in a very tender and loving manner. Normally for me, doing something like this would never happen since I am so shy and reserved, but it was almost like second nature. I caressed her face and brought her chin up when she hung her head in disappointment. All I wanted to do was to stare into those bewitching blue eyes of hers (or were they green?) and make her feel better. The touch of her skin under my fingertips was like passing my hand over a silken fabric, yet it was so warm it sent chills through me. I stared into her face as she spoke of something else… then I woke up.
I know… sucks, huh?
I can still just BARELY see her captivatingly seductive face and hear her melodic intonation if I think about it hard enough, but the weirdest thing about it was the fact that it was as if we were somehow “cosmically linked” in some way. I could see it in her eyes and strained expression that she didn’t care what any other person on the planet had to say about her individual or our combined performance.
Just me.
Only me.
Mine was the opinion that she most cherished. I could tell by how she reacted when I told her I had watched her solo performance in its entirety. She danced for me and no other, my diminutive angel in white and her dancing shoes. It makes my stomach knot to think I shall never see her again, if even in a dream. To bring her face to mine, just once more, to gaze longingly into her soul and being would almost make life complete. To one more time hear the dulcet melody of her voice, almost as if it were a love song derived from my innermost thoughts and desires, would make me whole once more.
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If you know her, tell her I love her with every ounce of my being. Let her know that somewhere out there in this vast world we live in, there is one man that will always be rapt in her exhibition. Explain to her that no matter what she does in her life, whether it is exceptional or mediocre, I live for her and her alone. With this point, I have found meaning in life. Take it as you will, but as long as she is aware of this, I can live on.
posted by x[gunman] at Saturday, October 15, 2005
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