In my dream I felt the energy of youth again; I felt it physically and emotionally in real time. I was actually young and strong and all of my jiggly bits were firm. There was a young man wearing only knee length shorts, his chest was smooth and hairless. I felt such a physical longing to reach out and touch him. He knew exactly what I was feeling, he desired me too. Neither of us moved. Our eyes locked together prolonging the sweet torturous moment, the touch was of course inevitable but it never happened. I woke up.
I groaned aloud and struggled to go back to sleep, to recapture and continue my dream but, of course, I couldn’t.
It lingers. It’s been two days and the dream lingers still, how absolutely amazing to have such feelings trapped in my sub-conscience mind. These were actual physiological responses that I haven’t felt with such intensity in decades. It’s all still there, lurking beneath the surface.
What pharmaceutical cocktail created this nameless boy and resurrected the youthful fervor in me? Can I perhaps duplicate the night? Duplicate the weather, the barometric pressure? If the same windows were open, if the same sheets were on the bed, if I wore the same nightgown, if I slept in the exact same position with the exact same configurations of pillows, could I go back?
“In a dream you are never eighty” –Anne Saxton
“Dreams are a semi-deliverance from the human prison”-Henri Amiel
You are supposed to dream about writing...see, you are even procrastinating in your dreams...I will see if my "mind taker" has anything to do with your problem
ReplyDeletesounds to me like a dream that is rooted in your creativity. When you feel creatively "alive" it can have an almost sensual quality to the energy - the youth, vigor and strength of the dream may be representative of your creative passion. (arm chair psychologist....) Nice dream! Keep writing.
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