The Dream

As I was flying through thee air, it was very windy and the fresh sea salt beneath my nose felt good. The air flying through my hair gave off a wispy scent of the cool breeze. The air was like pine and the night never felt better. As I glided towards the cool waters, the fish nipping at my toes felt distinctively light and sort of small. I saw many stars while up above the air and I was completely surrounded by the cool moonlight which sparkled above the current while up above in the air. I felt delighted gliding among the water and it felt very magical. the stars lit off little lights distinctively off the waters and the clouds were visible between the moonlight. It was nearly morning so I decided to glide around the water and then land on the beach where the sand was warm beneathe my feet. I walked through the cool waters and waited for the current to take me in. It was like the water that was all around me was blending in through my skin. It didn’t feel eerie but natural to blend in with the water. it felt like poetry flowing through my skin. The cold and yet slippery feeling that I got when I went near the water as I went inside felt natural and good. I felt like I belonged with it. I dove soon into the sea where I felt like i belonged. the swishy feeling of my legs comforted me as I dove; the water with my closed eyes coming up into my face to swarm in and greet me…. I swam up into the pale moonlight and felt the wind surround me. The palest blue was upon the moon and the water was pitch black. I waded towards the deep and enough to my surprise, a swirl of fish came to my feet and dashed to and for between my legs, Some silver and some clearly gold. I gently flew out of the water feeling the cold air surround me once more; the soles of my feet felt the air to the tips of my toes. I glided to a nearby pond and dried off. From there I became tired and slept in the tall grass. nearly daylight , i felt a warm breeze upon my cheek and felt someone gently pick me up… Underneathe a very solid and warm body I simply noticed that it was a male who had carried me. His strong, firm hands were slender and masculine up to his skin.His skin the colour of milk and his body soft and slender as a child’s, his hair jet black and his eyes the colour of evergreen and sapphire blue. As i woke he was holding me right beside him, kissing me, gently caressing my hair as he gently kissed me on my forehead.He had the kindest eyes both blue and green and he had such a soft disposition with smooth lips. he gently touched my face with his right hand. I looked up at him and tried to and very politely he kissed me on my lips. I squirmed to get away but he pulled me closer with his right arm and started pulling off my garments with his left arm as he pulled me closer with his right and started pulling me on to him. I moaned in ecstacy and he started pulling my hair….kissing my neck adn pulling my hair with my head back.I never noticed as he pulled down his pants. His lips were grinding against mine and it was very hard but as I opened my mouth to kiss him back, i felt agony in him and I moaned and yelled in agonizing pants as I pulled my head back and pulled him closer with my arms and felt his body up his shirt with my hands…He was something I couldn’t stop kissing and he smelled like fresh cherries. He felt like something I couldn’t stop kissing.His shirt was wet and I was smothered by him with kisses as i tried to pull his shirt off….madly I was kissing him…his lips were soft and warm the moment ii pulled his shirt off ripping all of it. He threaded through my hair with his fingers and pulled me closer, caressing me and holding me. Kissing me gently and smoothly. As the daylight arose I awoke to a cloudy, gloomy morning and slipped on jeans and a shirt and got up for college. It felt strange that I would dream of nothing so reluctantly at night as to be gliding down towards water and then being kissed! As I got up to brush my teeth, after slipping on some jeans and a shirt, I remembered my dream and sure enough I knew I would miss it. i was dropped off to school after putting on my shoes before brushing my teeth during that summer and sure enough the same boy was in both my classes only with caucasian skin and beatle black eyes. it was a long time ago but since then I’ve been having these wierd dreams lately and usually it’s in water or it’s in the air. I could’ve recalled another dream  but that was the least of my worries and in the dream i was released from fear and doubt in his arms.

What held me surprised was the dream that I was with him and that he was there the very next day of class. I felt very surprised that when he sat next to em I said hello to him and everything came down to him always sitting next to me. I asked him why he would want to sit next to me and he said I was interesting so I chuckled a bit and he just sat back. I guess in dreams, it meant something more, but in another world like this one, things aren’t like that. So he continued to sit next to me and I guess I made a new friend that day. Mysteriously charming, and quick-witted and always getting into fights over the smallest things and over girls who were down-trodden; he was my drifter in the wind. he was always alone but I always followed him around and he didn’t seem to mind it except for one time  but in thee end he apologized for no reason because I followed him and for once he wouldn’t talk to me or even sit next to me. he is always nice, confident, but so scared and unsure of himself but generous and self-sufficient; my knight in shining armour. i wish i’d have told him then how I felt about him but it felt rude to say so. Now the loner and the drifter forever gone. His friends were cool but some of the girls were shy when talking to him. The mysterious bad boy who tried to find love in solace and aptitude but never in peace….This was something I wasn’t able to give him and maybe he gave me clarity so much that I even couldn’t handle being the peaceful one. I was never peaceful enough to give him anything so I tried giving him dollars to buy himself a drink. He seemed lonely so sometimes I’d just back off and let him be alone for awhile….He needed  someone to listen so I’d listen. I guess he was a sensitive as a lamb behind his bad boy exterior. he reminds me of my clarity; my sanity and best off my winning streak….my luck. His mouth would always smirk into a curve whenever someone said a snide remark. But then again he’d usually walk away because of this bad feeling like he was going to punch someone or get into a fight. His eyes were so intense and hard as rocks and his skin was smooth. To me he was the best thing life could’ve offered. Looking back, everything in my past life wasn’t so great as him….Always mocking me, loving me. Cherishing me. Bathing me in his sight of glory.