Dream Journal: Bridge Crossing Companion

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If I have a dream of someone who I feel close to giving me a helping hand, then what does it mean? Does it mean that we’re meant to be, that our paths have intertwined for a reason? Does it mean that maybe we serve a purpose in each other’s lives? Most importantly, what if we already know this person in real life?

In this dream, I was faced with the same obstacle over and over again. I felt fearful every single time I had to cross a bridge. It didn’t matter what the bridge was made of, where I was going, or what was waiting for me on the other side, I just knew I was afraid to cross every single one of them. Every bridge was made of wooden planks, twine, and rope. Some of the bridges were short while others spanned for a long distance. The bridges lead from different places such as a county flea market which featured tents and small buildings, a dojo on top of a hill which had a moat surrounding it, a simple gas station and automotive store nearby work, and places that had such weird odds and ends. A heavy fog would sit underneath every single bridge I had to cross. I had no idea how far down the fog went, I just knew that I needed to stay away. The thing that stood out to me the most was that there were voices that either encouraged me, discouraged me, or put me down while I was going from one side of the bridge(s) to the other. Sometimes I could see the individuals clearly while with others I could barely see them at all. I remember as I crossed these bridges, planks, people, and even random objects would fall off the bridge(s) I crossed.

One of the last few bridges I crossed led to an area that had the gas station, the automotive store, and a few small concrete buildings around it. One of my coworkers, we’ll call him Marco, who I’ve felt deep feelings for, saw how frightened I was. I cried softly and cowered in fear, explaining to Marco about being afraid to go alone on these bridges. Every bridge I went on felt like an eternity…. now that eternity turned into something else, something better. Marco was very kind to me. He put his arms around me, and came with me as I crossed the bridge. I felt bad at first because he had to drop some of his friends behind just to help me. But, in the end he felt content to do so for he managed to find some things along the way. It was a journey for both of us, a magical journey filled with bright colorful energy and life. Soon I was able to feel more comfortable on these bridges; it took forever for me to get over the fear I was feeling, but I got through it.

I tried to insist on taking on these bridges on my own, but Marco discouraged me from doing it. I thought maybe I was having a vision within a dream or maybe this was already happening, but the dream started to feel kind of distorted. I got onto a bridge and Marco was trying to tell me to get off of it. I started to hear all kinds of voices and saw people run back and forth around the different edges of the bridge. I was starting to feel unsteady when Marco said he would come back for help. I started to fall, but then a light force pulled me back up. It felt like Marco’s energy, but it also felt very benevolent. Maybe it was Marco with a helping hand, or something else. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I woke up feeling bewildered… perhaps there is a much deeper meaning to this dream that I thought.

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Friendship Is… pt 2

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One of the best things about…

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Friendship is being there to give your companion a hug.

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Friendship is when…

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If you have any fears or doubt just know that…

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Friendship Is…

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Friendship is feeling pure joy every time you see your companion(s)

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Friendship is a companionship that can be held with anybody young or old.

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Friendship is someone to turn to when you need a shoulder to cry on.

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Friendship knows not of race… even dog and goat.

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Friendship is knowing your companion’s tricks and pranking tendencies.

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Also…

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The Nymph: Tendencies

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I’ve grown ever so tired from being a lonely being in a lonely forest.

My abode has been desecrated by those who hate me and want to take my life.

Tagged, ripped apart, looted, and then down to the ground in ashes overnight.

I lost all of my humanoid trophies and possessions from the fire.

Nothing left to comfort me during my lonely nights.

My precious cadavers, teeth, hair, skin, eyes, entrails, everything is gone.

I have left it all behind after it was burnt to the ground.

I made an important discovery which might lead to my future success of ending this torment.

A gravel like dirt path, one that has very recent tread marks on it. 

So I followed the path by night for it is my primal time.

After a night of traveling on foot I made a new discovery…

Ah and just a few hours before sunrise… I found something! A place of dwelling! A rather small one I would say, and it sits up on the ground too and not below… huh.

Some of the lighting still appears to be on and one of the windows is cracked open.

Oooooohhh! I can’t wait to meet my new trop- er friend-companion, yes.

I gentle morph the frame of my body so I can slide in without making a single sound.

I entered into a dimly lit room… it was odd and had many pearly white and shiny reflective surfaces.

Ah! Look at this! It appears to be a relatively young man lying in bed, resting for the night.

I tiptoe with glee and jump directly onto his tender stomach.

Ohhhh he must be MINE!!!!

His skin… his hair… his eyes… his lips, teeth, oh so perfect.

Perfect structure, perfect posture, perfect everything.

I cannot wait for you to enter my world dear friend… but this time things are going to be different.

I won’t let you live now that I have you within my hands.

I wish for company that is long dead, like me… but still so perfect.

Preservation, tender care, embalming, and worshipping these humanoid beings is key.

My tendencies is to embalm and re-create the human structures to be something of mine.

You will come with me so we can trap others my beautiful one.

Come with me my dear one… this will be fun.

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