Another Dream

Last night I had another vibrant, realistic dream.  It spanned so many scenes I cannot begin to write it all down.  Most important was the hug.  More important than the blood on the walls, the strange island or the half green person wanting me to dig a grave.  It made me really consider where I have stood in my apathy these past three years.

I was floating in the green water of an ocean or sea not too far from land.  There was some mission I needed to get to but I was content floating toward it.  Getting there in my own time.  Over the water flew a man, I knew he was different because, well, frankly because he was flying.  He asked why I was just floating when I needed to get to this place and I nonchalantly replied "I'll get there eventually." and did a lazy backstroke.

He gently plucked me from the water into the air.  The friends I hadn't known were around me watched as we climbed through the air and with the weightlessness I let my dangling legs drift up with us to settle around his hips.

My arms around his neck, his arms around my waist we held each other in a light embrace.  It was as if we were suspended in water, not rushing air.

I sighed and asked "Why can't we just stay like this forever?"

It occurred to me when I awoke and felt lonely that I haven't been hugged without fear of falling in a very long time.