I don't dream much anymore, but it's probably for the better. These days they all just tend to be psychological torture. I dreamt about you last night.
It was a crowded place. I first noticed the hair and I had hoped it would be you, but at the same time feared that it would be you. I saw you emerge and I froze. Just like in real life, that moment of fear and eternity, when time seems to stand still. Then I noticed him right behind you and my heart sank even lower. You had an unhappy look on your face, as if he did something to upset you. You still haven't noticed me and I, like a moth to a flame, reached out towards you. I don't recall what happened next, perhaps I tried to fight him.
The end of the dream we were alone and you tried having sex with me. It felt like you were trying to get back him. After our clothes disappeared I managed to ask you to stop. You suggested that maybe you should leave and I asked you to stay and lay right next to me. You rolled up in a ball right next to me and caressed you.. that part felt so real. It really felt like I was touching you once more. That has me all ******** up over here. I could see something within you change by the look on your face. Then I woke up.
· Mon Apr 11, 2016 @ 01:04am · 0 Comments