In the first night, he was with some other woman; second night, a different one. But last night in my dream, he was with me.
I finally understood what happiness really was - a heavenly state in which one could be so peacefully satisfied that there was absolutely nothing more to desire.
He gazed at me lovingly. A incredible sensation filled and expanded every particle in my body. I felt as light as a feather, that even the most gentle breath would lift me up and make me fly.
Our little family. Our little world. Ours. His and mine.
It was real, wasn't it? It felt so real.
Then the dream took a different turn.
Suddenly I was standing in the center of a frozen lake all alone. Skating was never a talent of mine, but I was looking for an entrance or an exit, so I skated on the thick layer of ice. I was free. For a moment, I even thought that I was flying. Yet my heart was heavy and I could feel the warm stream that began to accumulate in my lower eyelids.
When the ice cracked into chunks, I didn't panic as if I had been expecting it to happen. There was neither resistant nor struggle. I allowed my body to sink into the water. It was supposed to be icy-cold, but I felt nothing.
"This is the end." I thought to myself but did not care a bit. Embraced by the water, I closed my eyes and let my consciousness drift away.
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Showing posts with label What Happens At Night. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 5, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Dream Sequence 4
"We had a good time together, didn't we?"
"Yah. We were happy. You needed my emotional support as much as I needed yours at the time, so it worked. It worked real well for what it was. Although I have to admit that I idealized you. No. We idealized each other. You really didn't know me. And I can't say that I knew you well enough either."
"I KNEW YOU! Of course I did!"
"I was young. I didn't even know myself."
"You remember us, don't you? You will never forget! I know it. I know that you still keep my letters."
"They are gone, Sam. I threw them out. Letters, E-mails, pictures, promises, dreams."
"I know you kept them..."
"I had to move on. You moved on, why shouldn't I?"
"... but you would always remember us..."
"Yes I would. But I'm not tormented anymore. We broke up both in reality and in my dreams. It took me a long time but I finally got it and I am okay."
"No regrets?"
"I wish I had gone to see you as I promised. I'm sorry that I couldn't. Things might have turned out differently for us."
"You are still the same... didn't change a bit. Are you... happy?"
"I am."
"So this is good-bye...?"
"I guess so. We'll meet again. In another life, perhaps."
"..."
"Take care, Sam."
"... You know I cared for you. I still do and will always do. Remember we said these things at the end? Do you remember? Do you remember?? I never stopped caring for you. Okay FINE. Loving you I meant! Do you hear me? Do you hear what I said?"
"Sam, don't come to my dreams anymore."
"I bet you still love me! Don't you? Don't you?!"
"Yah. We were happy. You needed my emotional support as much as I needed yours at the time, so it worked. It worked real well for what it was. Although I have to admit that I idealized you. No. We idealized each other. You really didn't know me. And I can't say that I knew you well enough either."
"I KNEW YOU! Of course I did!"
"I was young. I didn't even know myself."
"You remember us, don't you? You will never forget! I know it. I know that you still keep my letters."
"They are gone, Sam. I threw them out. Letters, E-mails, pictures, promises, dreams."
"I know you kept them..."
"I had to move on. You moved on, why shouldn't I?"
"... but you would always remember us..."
"Yes I would. But I'm not tormented anymore. We broke up both in reality and in my dreams. It took me a long time but I finally got it and I am okay."
"No regrets?"
"I wish I had gone to see you as I promised. I'm sorry that I couldn't. Things might have turned out differently for us."
"You are still the same... didn't change a bit. Are you... happy?"
"I am."
"So this is good-bye...?"
"I guess so. We'll meet again. In another life, perhaps."
"..."
"Take care, Sam."
"... You know I cared for you. I still do and will always do. Remember we said these things at the end? Do you remember? Do you remember?? I never stopped caring for you. Okay FINE. Loving you I meant! Do you hear me? Do you hear what I said?"
"Sam, don't come to my dreams anymore."
"I bet you still love me! Don't you? Don't you?!"
Monday, April 2, 2007
Dream Sequence 3

Says who that men are from Mars and women are from Venus? You and I are not only from the same planet, but are also the same specie.
Yes, you and me. Just us. No one else. Despite the fact that we have not met. Despite that you know neither my name, nor my mere existence.
"We are the same specie!" I said to you when you came into my dream last night, and soon studied your baffled reaction. Your face, resembled that of your picture precisely: fair, kind and somewhat melancholy. And your eyes that conveyed so much emotion silenced me instantly.
We Are the same specie. Please take my words for it. I have fallen in love with your writings. Your thoughts are what I accumulate in my head, and your words reverberate in me, pounding in my heart and throbbing in my vein.
At least we met. Even though it was only a dream. I have said what I needed to say, and that is more than enough.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Dream Sequence 2
“So what about you? Are you seeing anyone else?”
“No. No. But there is the dream of someone else.”
“No. No. But there is the dream of someone else.”
Somewhere between my conscious and unconscious states, a stranger, tall and handsome, came to me.
It was love at first sight.
The moment he held me, a flow of energy released from the core of my body, and my existence suddenly made sense. Our bodies melted into one and he was the missing piece.
I opened my eyes - it was 6 in the morning.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Dream Sequence 1
There she was, more beautiful than I feared her to be, standing closely by your side and quietly completed you. I wanted to be her so badly so that you would look into my eyes with the same warmness and tenderness. What had once belonged to me was now gone and I could only watch it with envy from far. The truth was, she was perfect. Even though I could not gather enough courage to tell you, but I had told myself so over and over in my head. And I finally understood: you and her belonged together.
So I left the scene alone. Yet the dream went on: you came to me in tears and you said that you were sorry. Watching you cry only hurt me more. I put my arms around you, wanting to cry but unable to shed any tear, wanting to speak but nothing sounded. I was exhausted and consumed. There was nothing left of me except a wounded heart and an aching soul.
So I left the scene alone. Yet the dream went on: you came to me in tears and you said that you were sorry. Watching you cry only hurt me more. I put my arms around you, wanting to cry but unable to shed any tear, wanting to speak but nothing sounded. I was exhausted and consumed. There was nothing left of me except a wounded heart and an aching soul.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Memory Elapse
The recurring nightmare came to me last night. In my dream, my cat died all over again. She held in her last deep breath, then her little body hopelessly collapsed on the floor. I woke up feeling disoriented.
My friend tried to comfort me: "You will forget it soon." I fell into silence.
I can't forget, and I don't want to forget. I am terrified that one day I would wake up, and not remembering what she was like and what she meant to me. The thought of losing her eternally in my memory tears me apart.
The flashbacks of her last days are so vivid as if it was yesterday. It causes me tremendous pain each time I allow myself to bring back the memory. Yet I'd rather miss her terribly much than not remembering her.
So then, let be the nightmare. It can come and go as it wishes.
My friend tried to comfort me: "You will forget it soon." I fell into silence.
I can't forget, and I don't want to forget. I am terrified that one day I would wake up, and not remembering what she was like and what she meant to me. The thought of losing her eternally in my memory tears me apart.
The flashbacks of her last days are so vivid as if it was yesterday. It causes me tremendous pain each time I allow myself to bring back the memory. Yet I'd rather miss her terribly much than not remembering her.
So then, let be the nightmare. It can come and go as it wishes.
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