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kittydesadeI hate it when I have weird dreams. This one left me with the indescribable feeling of wanting to go back to bed and hide. And I don't know why, because it was a good dream. A decent dream. Kind of.
I dreamt about Sparks again. Sparky. I don't think many of you who read this anymore will know who I'm talking about. But I know, at least. It had all the usual bizarre dream qualities... surreal atmosphere. He picked me up off a dirt road in the middle of the snow and ice and winter when I had no coat and no ride home, took me back to our old school that was somehow remodeled. Again. And while none of that would really surprise me, the visuals were rather odd.
We hung around for a while, and I pulled some clothes on that were warmer than I'd had. There was a very strange shower scene. He kissed me, again. The kisses were as sweet as I remember them. We've never actually dated, but we went out on several occasions just for bookstores or sushi or whatnot. And we kissed, and cuddled. I don't know why we didn't date. I know I loved him. I think he loved me. We just.. never did.
He took me back to his place, which turned out to be a cabin in the woods. Turned out he was a park ranger of some sort. I helped him deal with a catastrophe involving idiot campers, and wolves. Baby wolves, too. Which were growing up at an alarming rate, actually. Then a bunch of people came over for a grillout, and we had a hell of a time getting them all inside and keeping all but the baby wolves outside before something bad happened. There was a storm. The mother wolf ate one of the oldest babies before I could stop her. There was just a paw sticking out of her mouth when I noticed.
I'm not sure whether this comes under the heading of nightmare or just weird dream. Certainly this is the most disturbing dream I've had in a while. I don't dream about real people I know, I just don't. When I have it was almost invariably about one or two people, Lord Amberite, or Sparky. And I haven't dreamed about Sparky in three or four years. I still want to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head. I have this indescribable feeling that something bad is about to happen.
And I can still taste his lips.
I dreamt about Sparks again. Sparky. I don't think many of you who read this anymore will know who I'm talking about. But I know, at least. It had all the usual bizarre dream qualities... surreal atmosphere. He picked me up off a dirt road in the middle of the snow and ice and winter when I had no coat and no ride home, took me back to our old school that was somehow remodeled. Again. And while none of that would really surprise me, the visuals were rather odd.
We hung around for a while, and I pulled some clothes on that were warmer than I'd had. There was a very strange shower scene. He kissed me, again. The kisses were as sweet as I remember them. We've never actually dated, but we went out on several occasions just for bookstores or sushi or whatnot. And we kissed, and cuddled. I don't know why we didn't date. I know I loved him. I think he loved me. We just.. never did.
He took me back to his place, which turned out to be a cabin in the woods. Turned out he was a park ranger of some sort. I helped him deal with a catastrophe involving idiot campers, and wolves. Baby wolves, too. Which were growing up at an alarming rate, actually. Then a bunch of people came over for a grillout, and we had a hell of a time getting them all inside and keeping all but the baby wolves outside before something bad happened. There was a storm. The mother wolf ate one of the oldest babies before I could stop her. There was just a paw sticking out of her mouth when I noticed.
I'm not sure whether this comes under the heading of nightmare or just weird dream. Certainly this is the most disturbing dream I've had in a while. I don't dream about real people I know, I just don't. When I have it was almost invariably about one or two people, Lord Amberite, or Sparky. And I haven't dreamed about Sparky in three or four years. I still want to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head. I have this indescribable feeling that something bad is about to happen.
And I can still taste his lips.
