when I have viewed them from the ground. A group of sea-foam green marble peacocks decorate a statue’s base. They snap their beaks and lift their wings while we admire them, warning us that they are not to be touched, only looked at.
Once the dream has ended I spontaneously wake up and briefly think over how beautiful and unusual my dream was. I have had dreams where I am flying before, but never with someone else. Hoping I might see you again in my dreams, I fall back asleep with you on my mind.
This time I dream I’m walking through an office building. All of the walls and furniture are white, void of color. Everyone I see is seated behind a desk, quietly muttering to no one in particular. I walk into a room and find you talking to your girlfriend. She has shiny, black, bobbed hair, a slim yet well-fleshed figure, and is shorter than you. She is stylishly attired and has large blue eyes.
A thin screen blocks my body from your view so neither of you can see me, but I can see you. You are asking for her permission to cheat on her—with me, specifically. She laughs, thinking it hilarious of you to propose it. It’s unthinkable that you might cheat on her—you’re too good. You do not laugh with her, conveying you are serious about your request. Pain and anger show on her face and at seeing how your request has hurt her your expression saddens. I feel the need to leave. Despite how much I would like to use the knowledge I might gain about your relationship to my advantage by staying in this room longer, I know the rest of this conversation is not for me to hear. I leave the room and continue walking until the dream fades away.
Upon waking up, I analyze my two dreams, which are perfect metaphors for how I respond to you. The first conveys how close I feel to you as well as the extreme beauty and sense of freedom I find in spending time with you that I have never experienced with anyone else. Also, just being near you turns me on. You seem to enjoy this, or at least you don’t mind. The second dream illustrates how I perceive there to be sexual tension between us that cannot—or should not—be expressed while you are committed to your girlfriend. Although I have no feelings toward your girlfriend as a person, as I know nothing about her, I wish with every grain of my existence that you were single. If your girlfriend were not in your life, it would be possible for us to be together. There would be no question of cheating. As things are, you do have a girlfriend. The thought of being unable to sleep with you because you have a girlfriend pains me greatly, but the thought of becoming a home wrecker and losing your friendship pains me even more. I promise myself that I will not meddle in your relationship. I should think of you as my friend only, nothing more.
This promise to myself doesn’t last long, though, for my next thought is of how I long to see you again. I can’t help but hope romance of any sort might develop between us in the coming weeks.
CHAPTER 9
She is tucked inside your pocket. It is very warm and she can hear your heart beating
I spend the day after our evening together with Lady. I update her on what is going on between you and me. She insists that if I offer it to you, you would have sex with me. “Just be sure he knows that’s all you want, just sex, no worries about his being taken,” she advises. “No man would refuse it.” Perhaps Lady is right. You did, after all, flirt with me yesterday. You even told me I have a beautiful body. Even so, I do not think your attraction to me is yet strong enough to incite you to cheat on your girlfriend. But things are progressing in that direction.
Near the end of the conversation Lady also fortuitously tells me that there are fireworks in Paris on the Fourth of July. Although I know Lady is probably mixing up Bastille Day and the Fourth of July, suggesting the possibility of fireworks to you would be an excellent way to
Once the dream has ended I spontaneously wake up and briefly think over how beautiful and unusual my dream was. I have had dreams where I am flying before, but never with someone else. Hoping I might see you again in my dreams, I fall back asleep with you on my mind.
This time I dream I’m walking through an office building. All of the walls and furniture are white, void of color. Everyone I see is seated behind a desk, quietly muttering to no one in particular. I walk into a room and find you talking to your girlfriend. She has shiny, black, bobbed hair, a slim yet well-fleshed figure, and is shorter than you. She is stylishly attired and has large blue eyes.
A thin screen blocks my body from your view so neither of you can see me, but I can see you. You are asking for her permission to cheat on her—with me, specifically. She laughs, thinking it hilarious of you to propose it. It’s unthinkable that you might cheat on her—you’re too good. You do not laugh with her, conveying you are serious about your request. Pain and anger show on her face and at seeing how your request has hurt her your expression saddens. I feel the need to leave. Despite how much I would like to use the knowledge I might gain about your relationship to my advantage by staying in this room longer, I know the rest of this conversation is not for me to hear. I leave the room and continue walking until the dream fades away.
Upon waking up, I analyze my two dreams, which are perfect metaphors for how I respond to you. The first conveys how close I feel to you as well as the extreme beauty and sense of freedom I find in spending time with you that I have never experienced with anyone else. Also, just being near you turns me on. You seem to enjoy this, or at least you don’t mind. The second dream illustrates how I perceive there to be sexual tension between us that cannot—or should not—be expressed while you are committed to your girlfriend. Although I have no feelings toward your girlfriend as a person, as I know nothing about her, I wish with every grain of my existence that you were single. If your girlfriend were not in your life, it would be possible for us to be together. There would be no question of cheating. As things are, you do have a girlfriend. The thought of being unable to sleep with you because you have a girlfriend pains me greatly, but the thought of becoming a home wrecker and losing your friendship pains me even more. I promise myself that I will not meddle in your relationship. I should think of you as my friend only, nothing more.
This promise to myself doesn’t last long, though, for my next thought is of how I long to see you again. I can’t help but hope romance of any sort might develop between us in the coming weeks.
CHAPTER 9
She is tucked inside your pocket. It is very warm and she can hear your heart beating
I spend the day after our evening together with Lady. I update her on what is going on between you and me. She insists that if I offer it to you, you would have sex with me. “Just be sure he knows that’s all you want, just sex, no worries about his being taken,” she advises. “No man would refuse it.” Perhaps Lady is right. You did, after all, flirt with me yesterday. You even told me I have a beautiful body. Even so, I do not think your attraction to me is yet strong enough to incite you to cheat on your girlfriend. But things are progressing in that direction.
Near the end of the conversation Lady also fortuitously tells me that there are fireworks in Paris on the Fourth of July. Although I know Lady is probably mixing up Bastille Day and the Fourth of July, suggesting the possibility of fireworks to you would be an excellent way to
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