Quetzalcoatl.Xueye said:
»I fell in love. She had long, flowing blonde hair. She was the daughter of my mother's friends, friends
I remember that we hit it off instantly. I can't forget the smell of her skin, or how warm she was. Like vanilla and strawberries. We huddled under a blanket together. It would not be decent to explain further, but it was such a young love sort of thing.
We fell in love, after a time. We moved to Venice to make our future there. It was beautiful, our charming little house. And she sounded so hot speaking Italian.
I can remember that we married in Firenze, on a hillside. It was a simple wedding, just a few friends. An old friend of mine officiated it. She wore a spring dress, not a white dress.
I can't forget her hair, though I can't describe it. I'm rubbish at such things. We had our reception in a wonderful garden not far away.
Then I went through the years with her, in the dream. It was like watching a movie on fast-forward. We had three children; a boy, 2 girls after that.
We grew old together. And that's what I can remember.
I feel a better person for having known her, even though pretty soon I'll lose what her face looked like. Maybe I knew her name before I woke up. But I think I'm a little bit of a better person, despite, you know, not actually having known this mysterious woman.
I dreamt once of a woman I had never met. We were in a house on a large track of land, what I imagine a ranch out west to be like. She had many many animals, and a German Sheperd sticks out in my mind as the one she was petting while talking to me. Her face noted concern, and it was like looking at the features of a distressed lioness. Her hair was very bright blonde, and she was incredibly pale, but for some reason I can't recall the color of her eyes at all, though they were the epicenter of my vision.
That was the first time I dreamt of her.
The next I was in a locker room, a ladies locker room. I was cleaning with a broom, and suddenly these thin hands were on my back, and then I was twisted around and shoved against the lockers. It was her again, except her head on this other girl's, that I've longed after for a few years, body. She bade me to hush with the Shhhh! gesture, and she stripped me of my clothing. Your mind can probably take it from there.
The third time I dreamt of her, and this is the last I've dreamt of her so far; she and I were at an anime convention. I was talking to a group of my friends who also happened to be there, and she came in and took me behind some old arcade machines. More sexual acts and such took place, but then suddenly we were at my friend's house eating dinner with his family and talking about marriage. I had to use the restroom, and just as I was finishing and standing up, she burst into the restroom and then more sexual acts occured.
Every time I see a blonde lady with similar facial features my mind goes back to those dreams. They were so eerily vivid.
