warm love, dream by cosmos -- Nov. 11, 2013
A few days ago, I woke up feeling awash in love, by another, not forthcoming from me giving to another. It was the first time such thoughts organically formed. There were lots of people, in a train depot or airport, with lots of hallways and rooms. As the departure time approached, everyone was getting more anxious, but no one took charge of the situation. I felt like I had experienced this situation before, or thought I was familiar with this place, as if I knew how to get where we needed to go. So, I finally spoke up and said that the best way to catch the boat was on the other side of this cave-like waterway. There was a blue effervescent light, with ice walls on either side, built-in ladders and platforms for people to wait for the next ship. I convinced folks to go on the other side, and that a boat would come in a few minutes. Once we got settled on the other side, I was standing with my luggage, and this man was relaxing on the ground near my luggage. He began stroking my legs, very gently, occasionally looking up at me and smiling, trying to calm me down. At first, I was startled, but then I felt safe and really appreciated such love emanating from him. I wished we could stay that way forever, but also felt anxious about the impending arrival of the boat. People were milling about and I felt someone staring my way. I turned around and one of the partners from my law firm was standing there, his arms akimbo with two large bankers' boxes in his arms. He had a concerned look on his face, and a look of jealousy. For I had had a brief affair with him, but it was over. I then looked down at the man stroking my legs, he was very cool, unemcumbered, not bothered by anything. Suddenly, I felt this gush of love for him and it felt like he was sending me his love twofold back to me. I felt so full of love, as if I was on fire in that cold tunnel of ice. But no ice melted. But unfortunately, I could not see his face, he was darker, like mulatto, and I remember thinking he had such smooth soft skin. But I couldn't really tell what his skin color was, what his ethnicity was. He was just love metamorphisized into a human being. Although I could still feel the gaze of my partner and the apparent work that he wanted me to do, I just ignored him, and stayed put. I could hear the boat approaching, and then I woke up. I tried to go back into my dream, but I couldn't get back that feeling of hot love filling me up. It was almost orgasmic, but not intense, just a slow build-up that had not yet been consummated. Oddly enough, today, the partner called me about a box of documents that the client wanted returned to him. How funny. I hope that this means my soul mate, lover, what have you will finally show himself to me. Perhaps there's a reason why it has taken so long to meet him, because I'm ready now?
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by Sab
Nov. 15, 2013, 11:33 p.m.
Merci pour cette belle histoire ! Ton rêve est tres sensuel , j'aime cette ambiance :) Je trouve cela interressant de voir que la demonstration de cette passion puisse s'exprimer sans aucun contact physique, sans même une parole échangée...juste des regards qui font que tu te sens désirée et une attirance mutuelle. Et ce visage que tu ne parviens même pas a voir alors que lui semble te voir, n'est ce pas ? Pourtant au début, je comprends que tu le vois sourire ? Tu l'aurais remarquée si lui ne t'avait pas regardé avec autant de désir ? Aussi le partner de ta law firm semble être un outil pour attiser ce climat passionnel , a moins que tu ne sois réellement attirée par lui ? ou au contraire tu le trouves antipathique ? Le lieu est incroyable, ce port et ce bateau qui t'emportera vers de nouveaux horizons. |