centre of the universe - the dreaming: A long way home

11/03/2008: "A long way home" I'm quite sure the subject of these images would be flattered, yet mortified, to learn of them. Not because I lived in an apartment. Not because I lived with roommates who could barely spell the name of the street they lived on. I think the subject of these images would be flattered yet mortified to learn of them for some other, far more personal reason. We were romantically involved. Accidentally. He would come to the city I lived in once a month, for a game, possibly. But it wasn't until we started working together on a project that he began to travel back more frequently.

Usually he'd arrive in the afternoon, stay for a couple of hours, then drive back home through the dark, dark night. But last night, he stayed. And it was as innocent as it was disarming. I remember thinking 'this isn't right. I'm married to someone who isn't him.' But you and I can be anyone we want in Dreaming, so I moved back the clock for myself, to a time before children and husband, and the guilt dissipated.

He and I had a discussion about lovers, and his eyes sparkled. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me tight to his chest, and murmered something into my hair. I asked him to repeat himself, but he wouldn't. He just stared at me, smiling, as he leaned toward me to kiss me. We spent the night together, but didn't 'sleep together', curled in each others' arms, and I watched from above as we slept, side by side.

As I said, it was innocent. And lovely.

The other thing I dreamt involved a former roommate and very good friend, in a place I've dreamt before. There was a yard sale involved, and a large trampoline/bouncer, and the neighbours, who were, at least in the dream, asses.

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