Same dream every time. I'm walking up a grassy hill, about shin high grass with some mixed wildflowers, a scattered two or three kinds, I crest the hill a see a lovely meadow down the other side. At the bottom of the meadow winding through a field alive with flowers and butterflies and dragonflies and humming birds a babbling stream and one lone tree, like a big bonsai tree shading a pool in the stream. Fish are jumping, catching bugs, the sky is blue, puffy clouds float by, so I walk towards the tree and I notice sitting in the shade, resting and soaking his feet, the most handsome man, the man of my dreams. He turns towards me, smiles, and invites me to sit with him. I do and rest my head on his shoulder. We started to make mad passionate love, and all is wonderful. Suddenly the light shower starts to fall and he says he has to leave now but he'll be back and to look of him. He steps into the middle of the pool in the stream and turns into a man of water, a clear man, smiles then...
2007-03-01
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