I remember mostly the feeling. It was deep, intense love, fierce protection, absolute sacrifice.
My boy (lover) was a beauty (looked just like Wes Bentley but wasn't him) but everyone was afraid of him. Not just nervous, but quietly terrified like they were meeting their death.
I think I vaguely knew he was different, but it intensified my feelings instead of quieting them. He felt the same intensity toward me.
The scenes flashed from a high school hallway packed with people, a staunch party, and some old house.
I don't recall having sex with him, but what I felt for him was so much deeper than even the most satisfying sex. I felt this energy, almost a thrumming between the two of us.
Anyway, there is no flowing plot, but at some point there was a quiet sort of terror scene in a mall (I've seen this mall many times in my dreams, but never for real) and there were hurt people and pools of blood with pink (?) flower petals in it here and there.
They were after me because HE was mine. A vague impression of meeting up with him outside in an eerie darkness, and he was scared and enraged, and I could almost see through him and knew why everyone was afraid of him, but not quite. I knew he had done the things at the mall and the party and I had to save him. Not so much a decision, but an impulse or reaction.
I remember struggling up some stairs on my belly trying to grab a filmy pink scarf that was strewn over a couple of steps. He was at the top of the stairs on the landing, but was restrained or too far away. He looked anguished and the most beautiful I'd ever seen him. I thought of the phrase "taking it into me" (but not in a sexual sense) and knowing it might kill me, but feeling only that deep aching love for him and that he felt the same of me.
Now the scene is around an outdoor table, white wrought iron with a glass top and brunch or something on it. It's windy and the pools of blood with flower petals are there. Many women are grabbing at me yelling, "Why can't you see what he is?!" and asking what I’ve done with him.
I saw him slip away along the side of the yard by a hedge and somehow fleeing across a strangely shadowed plain. He was running away but somehow was looking back at me, reaching as if he was being torn from me.
I felt exhausted, wounded (physically) heartbroken, scared, relieved, all at the same time.
I woke up shaky, and as it got to be bedtime that night, nervous. I was afraid of a repeat of the dream, yet somewhere deep inside me, I had a wave of anticipation of maybe "seeing him" again. Chris, (28 F married mom of 2).
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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