I copied this one from my website as well. It's one of my oldest dreams in a way because it spans many,many years. Started at around 6 and ended about when I was 12.
I've had several different interpretations of it and still, I'm not sure which one to believe. I'm not even sure what I believe about it but I'd like to get more input. It's a long one, so bear with me.
July 29, 2003 minus eight or nine years
At the age of about 6 or 7, I've had plenty of recurring dreams, most strange and symbolic. Then one night I had the oddest dream, a dream that I'm pretty sure most girls my age wouldn't have. In this dream, I saw myself, an older version of me, maybe in my mid 20's. I found myself in a room of some sort. It was kind of dim. I saw out the window, it was dark. There was a fireplace in front of me, I could feel the warm air wrap around me. I see a blanket on the floor, lying next to it were two champagne glasses. I didnt know how I knew, but I knew there was someone else in the room with me, and so I turned around and saw him...
I looked at him, and at first was wondering who this guy was, but at the same time I felt like I knew him very well. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me, a warm, sweet smile that somehow let me know that everything was okay. He lead me to the blanket, we set down and he handed me a full champagne glass. I drank a little(even though I knew in my mind, I would never really drink in real life),turned over to look at him, wondering why he's staring at me, wondering why he wasnt saying anything to me, but before I could ask anything I somehow knew that he knew what I was thinking. So, he leaned in closer, and kissed me. The kiss was slow,sensual, and warm, I felt as if everything around us had disappeared and all that was left was him and I. Then all of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled back. Before I could figure out what was going on, I was awake and left confused. I figure it was just a dream, nothing to think about.
I had the dream again, and again, and again. The time period and place itself seems to be different, but he was always the same person, and the kiss was just as powerful as it was the first time. As time wore on, I found myself having reoccurring dreams of this stranger whom I felt I knew somehow. It got to the point where sometimes I would dream of him three times a week, it was ususally at least once a week. I didn't think much of it until I was about 10 years old. That's when I started wondering why I was having these dreams and why it seems he would never talk to me. Why would he always leave me after an intoxicating kiss? I thought, next time I see him in my dreams, I'll ask him. I dreamt of him again sometime that week, I intended to ask him but before I could get a word out he kissed me and I found myself awake, alone, and frustrated. I felt like he was hiding something. So, I told myself not to worry about it, enjoy the dream, after all it's just a dream. Starting from the age of about 9 or 10 I started having the dreams less and less. Then at the age of 12, I would have my last dream of him, a memory that would stay with me for a very long time and a mystery still unanswered.
When I was 12, I figured I haven't had the dream in so long that it was as I thought, just a dream. Thus, I let the memories of him pass, I let him go and thought nothing more of it all. Then, one night I dreamt of him, but this dream was very different, the surrounding was nothing like the past dreams, he seemed different. I found myself in a dark space, maybe a dark,empty room, seemed more like a hollow space. I found myself sitting in this plush green recliner that was turning around in circles very slowly. I guess to some people this would be disturbing, but I wasn't scared, I just thought it was kind of strange. Me, sitting in this green recliner, in darkness, being turned around in circles. I felt like there was a door behind me, so as I was being turned in circles I turned around to look, and just as I thought; a door.
The door was opening, and I could see light coming in and figure walking closer to me. I kept turning my head around to see who it was when the recliner slowly came to a stop. The room had a little more lighting now, so I turned my head around again, there he was walking towards me, up behind me and around to the front. He looked at me, and smiled. I've forgotten how much I loved his smile, how reassuring it was, how it could make all of my confusion go away. Then I remembered something. I remembered that this was all just a dream, he was nothing but a dream, this wasn't real, and I have to remember that. So, in my head I kept telling myself,"This isnt real,it's just a dream, he's just a dream." At that moment he kneeled down in front of me, while I was still sitting, he took my hands into his and looked deep into my eyes, gave me a weary smile and said to me, "This is real." He then slowly pulled me in closer and kissed me, the kiss felt different, it seemed...final. I was so in shocked by what he said to me, even more in shocked that after all these years of not saying anything to me, his only words would be that. Before I knew it I had woken up. I was in bed alone, without him, and left with this empty feeling inside. A feeling so unimaginable I felt as if someone had ripped my heart out, I then found myself in tears, wondering what had happen.
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I might've seen him around in other dreams before and just not know it. He might've changed his appearance but I remember the way he felt. When I say, felt, I don't mean physical content but the feeling I get when I'm around him.
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