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Deadliest Kiss

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Face down on the pavement, she thought she had nowhere to turn. Sitting in her own blood, slashed by the no life killer.

The killer she thought would forever be hers. Stabbed, slashed, lonely, and misused.

Tears rolled down her face as the rain washed away the blood. Am I alive or dead? the girl thought to herself. 

She could feel pain, but couldn’t speak out. She wanted to cry out, but the slashed part of  her throat took away that gift.

Tapping of leather shoes passed by the girl’s head. Fearing what others would think of her, she stayed down.

A gentle tap and a Hello? came from above her. Fearing what she looked like, she stayed down.

Are you alright my dear? I want to see your beautiful face. 

She lifted her face and saw a ghastly sight. A tall man with a skeletal face reached out for her hand. 

The man had passionate eyes, but skin of white tendons and black spaces in between. He had moderately long jet black hair and wore a black suit.

Despite his ghostly stature, she felt at home with the being and allowed him to lift her up off the cement. This is no place for a beautiful girl such as yourself.

I’m terribly sorry for what that horrid creature did to you. I will put an end to him!

Take my hand, said the ghostly figure. The girl grabbed the ghostly man’s hand and with that, they zipped into the darkness within the trees.

To be continued…

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Rusted Love and Oil

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Forgive me for my rust.

Forgive me for my aged trust.

Forgive me for my heart revolves around us.

Take me, for I am yours tonight.

Hot skin on skin, burning ecstasy building up from my core, building through, through, through… up from my sacred root, to my spine, creating and uncontrollable shiver… bursting through my crown. Release…

I feel you within me as I am within you. My aged trust, melted by the friction of endless love, lubricated from head to toe, even exchange of frequencies. Fluid as sweet as honey, endless like an eternal sea, melting the sting of ice and hate, created by winds of broken lust. Release…

Hardness into the endless silk, silk onto the soothing, soft density of a mass built by the song created from true love. Clenching of muscles, hot, and tingling, the thrill of enticement, let me into your secret chamber. The equal physical exchange of love spreading from our heads to our feet. Feverish desires met by movement, a secret tango, a gentle waltz, a spicy salsa, leading to a hot and frisky fox trot. Release…

Zest, like you have never seen before. Gentle, fast, slow, controlled… Supple sweetness, something I have never tasted before. We have become one. Addiction. I can’t get enough of you, I just want more. Don’t stop, never stop, never. Release…

Rust washed away into a brand new, shining, glistening sense of self.

Broken and aged, melded and formed into a new statue, a monument of trust.

A heart once coated with ice, melted away… I absorb the love from your sweet embrace. 

Take me, I’m yours tonight.

Take me, I’m yours forever.

I will always love you.

 

 

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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Purple Snow

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Purple Snow

It’s a substance unlike any other.

I just cannot take my eyes off of it.

So harsh to the touch yet it warms my heart.

Bundles of icy pearls mesmerize me. 

Lavender, icy blues, sugary whites.

Endless riches and goods are meaningless. 

Gold and jewels are worth nothing more than lead.

I’ll sacrifice my soul for this treasure.

I’ll never forget my first purple snow.

I found the love of my life and much more.

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Dream Journal- Part 2: The Archangel Encounter

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(Note- due to size of dream journal entry, this will be a 3 part entry made up of 3 separate posts. This is part 2. Names and identities will remain anonymous.)

The affectionate night with Cain seemed to blend and bleed itself into a dream of soft, pastel, rose-colored streams of colored water that reflected ourselves sleeping with one another. I woke up with Cain standing behind me and found Janice and a few others still there in the morning. I was worried about her and asked where her significant other was. She told me that she had her boyfriend and not to worry. Well, I set up a special surprise and got her boyfriend to come to see us. He walked behind Janice and tapped her on the shoulder. She was ecstatic to know that he was there because he had been out of town for the longest time. They both kissed, walked off, and waved goodbye to me.

I turned towards Cain and we were starting to walk off as I heard my mom call to me. I run towards her and Cain had an expression of discomfort and worry on his face. I was excited to see her and gave her a hug. She told me about how she missed me and I expressed the same thing to her and we both asked each other a few mundane questions about our everyday lives. It was cut short when my mom sharply interrupted me and told me to drop every single thing that I was doing. I became ever so confused and asked her what she meant. She got even deeper as she told me to drop my job, my home, my surroundings, my friends, and now this new venture for it wouldn’t be good for me. She also told me she knew best and that I needed to come home. I kept trying to tell her that I couldn’t, even wouldn’t because I was happy. It didn’t seem to phase her at all and I just felt like part of me was being sucked in and couldn’t get away.

Cain told me it was time to go and I refused to leave, thinking that there was something wrong with my mom. She then tried to reach her hand out to me and told me not to go, crying hysterically. She started to morph and decay into a very nasty form that no longer even represented my mom. Cain grabbed me and said, “Come on Alex! Let’s go! You have got to let go of the past! Come on, let’s go!”. We both ran out of the stadium and into a completely different place from the school. I started to cry myself, feeling like part of me was being ripped away. Cain slowly walked up to me and gently carressed my hair and face, kissed me, hugged me and then stood in front of me with his arms on my shoulders. Our surroundings slowly started to morph into a softly sunlit green pasture with lofty trees and roaring mountains. 

In a gentle but stern voice, Cain explained to me how I had to drop my past and leave it behind me. I was hysterical and again felt as though something important was being ripped towards me. Cain was so patient with me, that I greatly appreciated. Anger started to grow more apparent on his face and I knew it was not towards me. He kissed me on my forehead, said I love you swiftly, and I said it in returned. He turned around and told me he would be right back and not to follow him. I asked for him to wait, but before I could go further, a few of my friends ran past me and followed Cain. Janice stopped for a second to tell me to stay here. I could hear a massive inhuman shriek coming from the distance as they ran across the stage and it morphed into a stone part of the mountain. 

I could no longer see them. I looked upon my surroundings and saw more hills, trees, and a body of water a few hundred yards away from me. I heard a soft male voice hit my ears and saw an angellic presence in front of me. To me, it looked like Archangel Chamuel. Long dirty blonde hair, soft rose white wings, a robe made of pinks, reds, and gold. His face looked immortal. I do not quite remember the message he protrayed onto me. But what I could understand was to not feel bad for others who have done wrong, don’t pity for people of the past, I’m doing the right thing, move forward, move on with my goals and dreams, have fun with friends, and stay with Cain. 

(Move onto part 3 of Dream)

(Back to part 1 of Dream)

-Alex

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Dream Journal- Part 1: The Romance

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(Note- due to the length of this dream journal, it is going to be a 3 part separate post journal. Each entry will be linked to one another. Names and identities will stay anonymous.)

Its interesting how massive my dreams can be the later I sleep during the day. While being under the weather, I had a beast of a dream. It wasn’t a nightmare, and it definitely wasn’t abstract. It also wasn’t quite lucid either, however I somewhat had a sense of awareness of what was going on.

I walked into my dream to find myself in my old high school. It seemed very quiet and docile. I recall walking down the walkway towards the stadium and outdoor stage in the middle of the school with my friends (We will call them Janice, Josephine, Michelle, Francine, etc). It was late afternoon and I could feel the setting sun’s warmth upon my neck, arms, and shoulders. 

“Come on! We have something to show you!”, one of my friends exclaimed as the motioned me to go to the stadium. A few of them sprinted past me with wild excitement on their faces. 

“What’s going on? What is it that you’re trying to show me?”, I asked. 

“It’s a surprise!”, my dearest best friend Janice told me as she guided me closer to the stadium. The sun set faster and faster as I was told to sat down. There were folks all around my age gathering at the stadium. Somehow, seems as though my surroundings kept changing around me. At first, when people started to appear, so did red ribbon, swans, birds, candles, food, and gentle lights appeared around us. A gentle night breeze passed through the palm trees that lined the stadium. People were socializing with one another and greeted me with true kindness and joy. Men were dressed in suits and ties, women in dresses and fancy skirts. I was amazed by how beautiful everything was.

I thought this was perhaps a birthday surprise, but I could not tell whether if it was my birthday or not. I could not remember what time of year it was. I questioned myself and my friends what was up, not in a nasty way of course, but I just wanted to know what the special occasion was. It seemed somehow maybe it had to do with some special occasion, because everyone around me made it clear that it was for me and extremely crucial. I eventually gave in and went with it.

The stage in front of us lit up the crimson red curtain on the top of the stage. The outdoor setting started to form into the indoor stadium which was conveniently right next to this one, odd right? However, the initial concrete stage and stadium turned into a wooden stage and red velvet seats all morphed into extended soft loveseat like benches. The curtains opened and my named was announced for the occasion. I got a round of applause! Even my family was there for a short amount of time, only to leave not to long after. The stage withheld from a display that appeared to shift from having a small set of seats, a swan moat, pink neon lights, and softly playing music. I thought to myself ‘what is this a game show?’.

No, it wasn’t. The song ‘Matchmaker’ from Fiddler on the Roof randomly came up as my friends including Janice and others shortly sang it and waltz around me. I was really irritated at first, but then one of my friends (a very handsome tall man with dark hair and eyes) put their arms around my shoulders and said, “Aw, come on Alex! You should go for it! This is all for you, you know? Why not enjoy yourself?” I was reluctant, but again gave in after I felt a soft presence looking in my direction.

It seemed that others were partaking in this event as I watched other men and women being matched up together from the stage. As they were matched together, they would go from the stage and stadium towards the exit either carrying each other, kissing one another, or holding hands. The guests that were leaving waved goodbye to me and congratulated me. Only a few people remained, which were my closest friends, and I was still so confused on what was going on. Finally it was my turn and I was brought up towards the stage. There were only a few men left and only one of them stood out at me. It was the same one that had stared at me from the beginning of the curtain opening. He had long, curly and wavy light blonde hair, fair skin like mine, crystal colored eyes, a gentle smile, fairly tall, and in a soft white blue suit. He was perfect. He started to approach me and said a few gentle words, yet another man stepped in front of him and tried to talk to me. He was tall, sly, and had a wide-weasel like smile. I talked him to leave me be and he walked off the stage. Everything around me seemed to start to spin and I came back to my senses to find the man in the blue suit right behind me. We’ll call him Cain.

We found ourselves back towards the stage alone and watched the swans dancing in the water and moonlight from above. The stage and stadium was gone and all we could see above was stars. I remember the affection that manifested between myself and this man. Every kiss and gentle touch felt so real. I felt invincible. We felt invincible. I finally found myself right where I needed to be within that single moment.

(Continue on to part 2 of Dream)

-Alex

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6 More Common Dream Motifs

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I have more common dream motifs that I want to share, which is just an addition to the previous post. (This might become a series depending on how many motifs continue to occur in my dreams or the dreams of those involved with The Dream Gallery or #Dreamshare). Please let me know what you think of these! =)

12509805_10205938281160054_532721270981018748_n         Ocean: Ah the deep blue. What a beautiful, calming sight within a dream’s context. Regardless if the weather is stormy, calm, choppy, clouded, day, or night, its beauty never wavers. In majority of my dreams, I stand at the edge of the shore, staring at the ocean and horizon beyond. Anyway, I have learned over time that the ocean is the representation of the inner depths of our subconscious. The ocean is so deep, beautiful, mysterious… well, so is our inner selves. Who knows what is there? Only the soul does. 

Three-Part-Love          Romance: This has been a motif that has come up on and off within my dreams for many, many years now. It really doesn’t seem to matter how old I am, where I am in life, or what I have been preoccupied with, I still feel a soft, gentle, warm feeling within my body and all around me, caressing my being. Objects and people appear to me in such a loving and gentle way, as gentle as a rose. Anyway, I’m still learning about what romance within my dreams truly means. Is this appearing because I need it or want it in my life? Or is it something much deeper… perhaps the motif is reflecting an aspect of myself? Is it the representation of the love and passion I wish to express to others? 

Back-to-School        School: The grounds with which lessons, growth, aging, and maturity have appeared on and off within my dreams all my life. The daily impact of school, learning, life lessons, and growth influence my dreams. School, whether in my dream state or not has always represented a place of growth physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The people, objects, state of school, classrooms, teachers, and grade varies based on where I am in life, especially when I am faced with a great amount of change and growth. 

131122232657-sex-couple-feet-bed-story-top         Sex: I am not at all ashamed to say that sex has been a motif that has come up in my dreams. It’s a very symbolic, spiritual, sensual, mutual, natural, and important aspect of our lives. I really doubt that it just represents the state of our libido, but that’s just me. I believe that the nature, location, energy, participants, etc in regards to the sex motif really expresses the connections and their true meaning in our life. Perhaps there is something about the aspect of the relationship(s) we have with people are something we need to pay attention to. 

20060123220519!Conch_shell_1           Shell: Pastel-sand colored conch shells, sand dollars, and or seashells have appeared in quite a few of my dreams. After so many dreams, I still wonder what this motif means. Some dream meanings show that seashells or conches are often a warning sign of something. I really do not believe or feel its a warning sign per say, but maybe more of a sign of something to acknowledge or keep in mind. Its not an object  that is ‘out of the blue’ around the ocean, so why would or could it be considered a warning? In the dreams where I do see seashells, they often nearly blend in well with the sand of the shore or with the sunrise/sunset I see beyond the ocean. 

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        Shore: For a while, I did not really understand what the shore of the ocean meant within a dream. But, from what I can recall it is the gateway, or the portal that connects the conscious and subconscious aspects of ourselves. In just about every dream I have had that involves the ocean, the shore is usually very calm, clean, and smooth. When there is much chaos in my life, then the shore tells a different story.

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