The Dreams That Destroy Me

It is nights like last night that scare the shit out of me sometimes.

As lame as it sounds, my unconscious dreams sometimes scare me in waking thought. You might call this inspiration for Event Horizon, but I do take note of my dreams, and I sometimes wake up a person with a vastly different attitude toward something than when I went to bed the previous night.

Take last night for example. I had a dream that involved one of my friends, and it's made me wary of even wanting to see them in person. The dream goes as follows:

I find myself standing in a small courtyard lined with concrete lit only by the pale light of a midnight moon. On all sides of the courtyard stands the glass walls to a half-dozen high-end hotel rooms. I immediately notices that every wall of these rooms is made of crystal-clear glass: there is no chance for privacy.

I move toward an open glass door that allows access to one of the rooms. Upon stepping inside, the room begins to flicker with shades of orange, red, and yellow. Candles flare to life all about the room, which seem to be accented by the reflecting and refracting of their light off the glass walls. A queen-sized bet sits in the middle of the room, although it sits lifeless.

As I take a seat on the bed, I find myself becoming lost in a comfortable flurry of pillows, blankets, and a super-silky comforter. Without warning or comprehension, my friend appears next to me, fully nude. Unlike my my interactions with them in the real world, I take advantage of this moment to study their body in full detail. I use my hands to enjoy the smooth skin of their arms, my nose to study the nuances of their every smell, and my eyes to burn a memory of what lies beneath their clothes. I note details and peculiarities about them that I could not even begin to imagine if I actively tried.

What happens next is vague, and although one might consider the obvious, I know for sure that it did not happen. Instead, I grasp my friend tightly but gently, and spend the rest of the night embracing their spirit, sharing their warmth, and ending the dream with nothing more than a small, simple kiss that resonates forever into the darkness of the night.

Suffice to say, this dream has shaken my emotions in ways that are new to me. I'll be paying close attention to what happens next, both in my dreams and in real life.

Out.