Chapter1: Hey Dream Man…
A Stream Of Unfiltered Consciousness…
Hey Dream Man, why do you only show up well in my dreams? Why aren't you laying next to me when I awake the next day? When I wake up and realize it was only a dream I desperately try and fall back to sleep just to get another glimpse of your face. It's never the face I thought but it's the face buried in my subconscious. I've seen your face so many times. Have I met you before? Your smile seems so familiar dream man.. It always starts off as hate and then somewhere along the way you become my lover and can't get enough of me. Do you really exist? Where do I find you dream man? I don't dream of you often but when I do it's all night. Wouldn't it be something if you're dreaming of me too? Wondering where I am and how come I'm not in your arms? Going about your day with a wife maybe even kids knowing somewhere the literal woman of your dreams is out there? Don't get me wrong I feel guilty, I am attached and I do have kids but I can't help it dream man. Somehow out of nowhere, you appear. Smiling and grinning at me. I mean, it really always starts the same way. We argue and gripe. I have to defend myself against you because in my dreams you're a villian. But then oh but then, we become friends and that friendship leads to an intense love that explodes whenever you're, well you know. I won't explain it in detail because you're there with me.. but if you ever want to know how I felt about it one day I'll surely tell you. I should feel foolish but I don't. Pining over a man that isn't real. Figuring out ways to spend time with you if you were. It's crazy to hold on to such nonsense. But imma hold on anyways. I don't want to let you go dream man. Maybe one day I'll meet you and I hope you'll recognize me. Until then I'll meet you in my dreams....
Hey Dream man I miss you. I wonder why I haven't seen you in awhile? Or am I just being greedy, because it hasn't even been 6 months since our last rendezvous? I know you don't come around often. It's never been your m.o. Only to show up when I absolutely feel alone and unwanted. All I'm saying is come visit me sometimes. Let’s dream together.
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6’5, breaded and tattooed with a soft side. He gets me. He’s for me. Never misses a chance to make me smile. He will open up to me when life gets too heavy on his heart. He doesn’t have to love all art but he can show appreciation for it, especially mine. He will always take the opportunity to touch my skin. Gives me kisses in passing. He will support me in every way even the ones he doesn’t understand. He will give me my space to be alone and stay quiet. He will have joy and control of his temper. And when he can’t he will recognize that he needs to take a breather and walk away. He is warmth on the coldest of days. He's built like a modern god with a dick that fills me completely . He makes love to me and fuxks me like a savage. Wanting to hurt me and fill me with ecstasy with every stroke. He has his own life under control and his own path laid before him. He can give advice as well as receive it. He is kind, generous and humble. He is honest, but never cruel. He is a king among men and loves to travel to show this. He doesn’t smoke and drinks to living the moment a bit. He has his hobbies and interests. He has a circle of friends that adores him and nothing will be more important to him than God and then me. He will be a family man that believes in big moments with the family and small moments with me. Will randomly call me up and want to go to discount Tuesday at the movies. We can catch a fancy dinner and a quick homely one. He is luxury. Fridays is not to good for him. He will love to take me to the zoo and downtown. He is grateful and will share his love unconditionally with me. He is a hopeless romantic, with a wicked sense of humor and a beautiful smile. He is Love...
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
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Nice one!
Nice, I just sent you a tip!
I really want to write a mirrored response to this from the dream man's perspective lol