I had a dream last night, I don’t often remember dreams.
My boy was in it. Someone had beaten him with copper wire, I wanted to see it. I made him take his shirt off to show me, his pale upper back criss-crossed with cuts and marks. I look at it, it makes my stomach lurch with lust. I grab his injured flesh, closing my fist on it, digging my nails into the torn skin, he flinches and melts, both at the same time.
I feel his surrender, just as I have always felt it.
Then I kiss him, my absolute favourite. It is awkward though, somehow, but I don’t care and in the dream I feel him trying to give me what I want, and I am trying to take it. I shove him backwards, he lands on a bed and I am on him, my mouth locked with his, trying to get more of him.
He has to leave then, he assures me he will be back. I believe him and I let him go. I feel content.
It sounds all literal doesn’t it? But you know dreams are never about what you think they are about… it’s too obvious. I think this one is about yams. And world peace.
Either way, it was lovely and I woke up feeling happy about it.
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I think this one is about yams. And world peace.
… And to think, my dreams about yams and world peace usually involve lawn mowers and pizza. I like your dreams MUCH better.
slapshot: “And to think, my dreams about yams and world peace usually involve lawn mowers and pizza.”
No no no, silly! Lawn mowers and pizza are so clearly dirty sex dreams!!! Lucky boy!
Ferns
I'm surprised you woke up feeling good, and I'm glad. I usually wake up from this sort of dream (meaningful dreams about people I “lost” and care about) feeling …well, crappy.
Have you seen him since?
N: “I'm surprised you woke up feeling good, and I'm glad. I usually wake up from this sort of dream (meaningful dreams about people I “lost” and care about) feeling …well, crappy.”
I know exactly what you mean. It *sounds* like it should have been a sad and upsetting dream, but the feeling at the end wasn't. I am so very glad of that!
“Have you seen him since?”
No, we have exchanged polite and friendly emails that break my heart a little with their pleasant blandness. We have quite a way to go yet to get past the eggshells.
Ferns
A dream!