Monday, March 25, 2013

Morning Memories

Have you ever woken from a dream and been very unsure whether you had just had a good dream or a bad one? 

Last night I dreamt. Of a man that was once in my life. Not someone I ever dated, or who ever chased me or was chased by me, but I knew him. Unfortunately circumstances changed, people drifted apart, messages were not returned and he is no longer in my life.

In this dream we shared moments of intimacy. Hands on face, cheek to cheek, skin on skin. Shared breath and tangled limbs. Moments of joy, sprinkled with pleasure. The room was warm, the light was golden, all cinematic filters and flattering angles. There might have been a soundtrack playing, full of sunshine and adult joy.

I woke alone, in a cold room, in the grey morning light. And, even thought I never had him, I now miss him.


  1. Now that was a dream. Very nice I am sure indeed. As for what it means I not sure they can be funny things dreams.

    1. They really can be. I'm still trying to figure out though if it was a good dream (as most intimate dreams are) or a bad dream (because it left me feeling as though I have lost something). A strange one to be honest.