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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 4:40 pm
As the covers surround me and the moon makes its journey across a large indigo desert above my roof, I begin to see colors dancing on the inside of my eyelids. Formless and meaningless at first, but slowly taking shape and becoming figments of a subconscious dance. There's a beat sounding from deep inside my chest, and I feel a deep tugging underneath my ribcage. {This tugging will not go away until April 27th, I acknowledge and accept this, I move on with my daily life.}
The colors dance their ways from the shadows of my eyelids into my realm of perspective, as their melodic and entrancing movements become my augmented reality. I am falling into a pool of sea green eyes, enraptured in the intensity of embraces, kisses, emotions, falling deeper under the sleep of this swirling fantasy. I begin to dance, too, as the deepest urges and desires of my mind come pouring out through the soles of my feet and the eccentricities of my movement. Nothing is concrete or material here, it almost feels like every body and moving object is a cushion for me to fall into. And in that way, I just keep falling up against things and people.
This is when I come to realize that these figments of reality are all parts of the same person, and I am dancing in the sea green eyes of my memory. Dancing inside the heart of my lover. We are dancing together under the blankets, the sunlight. We are dancing across water, and it is sparkling under our barefeet. And as we expressively progress across the water's surface, all of these blurry, dancing figments spiral into one body: his. Suddenly, everything around me becomes crystal clear and the shimmering water throws confetti into my eyes like little fireworks.
Suddenly, the sea green eyes I had been dancing in were here before me, staring into mine, and sharing with me a warmth that pulled my heart back up where it is supposed to be. It had just been so lazy and unsupported that it had fallen into my stomach. Those beautiful, unspeakably gorgeous eyes. And now they were dancing across my own eyes with invisible feet, and I felt another pair racing across my heart. It was then that I felt my eyes close, a breeze passed over my skin, and I fell, again, except this time I was supported, I was structured, and I fell with someone else.
We tumbled that way for a long time, past the surface of the water and into the oblivion of variable nature. There was nothing but those closed eyes rubbing against mine, and his warm embrace cooling my body.
I woke up from this dream rather quickly. And here I am... God I miss him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 1:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 4:44 am
Wow... you really do miss him.
Nice dream, by the way. It gave me inspiration.
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