I woke that evening laying in my backyard, my forehead damp with sweat. This time it was so real. More than any other time. It was like I really could feel him next to me. My fingers still had the echoing feeling of his soft curls. I wish I could have just one conversation with him. Just one. The thought made me smile -that is-until I realized he only exists in my mind. This made me frown. What's wrong with me? I wasn't like this before.
Psychiatrists say dreams are a link way to your inner feelings, emotions, and life. What does a reappearing mysteriously strange boy stalking my dreams mean about me?
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He won't leave my dreams. He keeps reappearing. Even when I don't think about him all day. But, in my dreams he's happier. Less moody. His color changing eyes, warm. And in my dreams he welcomes me in a perfectly lovely way.
I think I need help.
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We were in our green paradise again. His eyes were warm, like his smile. He took my hand and guided me to a waterfall. I took in the aroma of the sweetness of it all. Blessing.
I lay on a soft rock, he was by my side. A wonderful waterfall was before us . The water was tempting, achingly so as the sun beat down on my neck. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I dove. It was marvelous. It was as if could breath. Underwater.
Creatures came up to great me. Often returning the smiles I sent them. The beautiful sea women showed me the depths of the rocky caves and I realized, too late, that they were pulling me down, deeper and darker in, so much I could not see his face anymore.
Now I was drowning. I no longer had the incredible ability to breathe underwater. I tried to break the sea women's stony grasps, but it was useless. I tried calling out to the boy. Once again, my efforts came to no use.
The boy did come to notice my distress. I could see his beautiful face above the water, looking down at me and my horrible state. He displayed no look of remorse. In fact, he looked like a child seeing something peculiar that he did not understand. He cocked his head to the side. I thrashed madly. He smiled wickedly. He, then, dove in after me.
He swam toward me and the sea women. Apparently, he did not come to rescue me, he came to tease me. He began flaunting in the water, doing flips and tricks while the women were drowning me. And during that time my mind was very creative about what names the boy deserved to be called.
The sea women enjoyed his boyish fun and began joining him in his flips and tricks. I felt somewhat forgotton, of course I was still dying! The air was slipping from my lungs. And my brain pulsed and droned from the lack of air.
Please let me wake, to find this just another dream, I chanted in my mind. I worried that that would not be the case this time. My vision began blurring, and then blacking out. The last thing I saw was the boy gracefully swimming in the water with the sea women, mocking me; laughing at me.
