Dream Sequence

My dream was nothing short of amazing.1

He was, well, I’m not sure really, a blur, an extremely attractive blur at that too, the only real details I noticed were his lips, hair and smooth face.2

Pleasure. I could feel pleasure as I was holding him and he was holding me: his tight strong arms, wrapped around my waist, our bodies close and intimate joined into one body of heart, soul and emotion. Our lips touching and kissing, our noses seeming to battle one another in the fury of our kisses and pulling at each others bodies. 3

The location was uncertain to me; everything was misty, hardly detailed, and there were other people, we were hiding from them. Hiding our love from the world.4

The feel of romance, of being loved, being truly wanted by him overwhelmed me, and the dream, the dream: I never wanted to leave this paradise my mind had created so kindly for me in my sleep.5

Who was this handsome man? Where were we? Why were we hiding from everyone? The kissing? The holding? I enjoyed it all, and it was a dream. We were secret lovers, passionate for one another. 6

So far away all of a sudden, not in my arms and I longed to have him back, whoever he was, and he ran to me, ran to me as fast as ever, smiling a beautiful smile then held my face as he reached for me and kissed my lips. Caught. Caught in the act. Our watchers found us, hunted us down, the secret gay lovers, now revealed. I was still content in my dream, marvelling at his beauty and his persistence to hug my body and kiss me even as the watchers tormented and discriminated us.7

We escaped, the lovers, running from them, the watchers. Him, the blur that I loved, in front of me, holding my hand, looking back to see me as we ran and darted away, never letting go of each other. The warmth of his fingers enveloping mine and then I saw his eyes in detail; they were deep, no particular colour, yet a mix of every colour; chestnut brown, but then a dash of warm, natural green, fiery orange, pitch black, vibrant yellow of the skies with the burning sun passing through the angels, and crystal white and clear blue, then encompassing all the other colours was a beautiful sunset violet reaching out to me.8

This array of colours that amounted to a blur of no colours in particular didn’t matter to me, it was the emotion they conveyed to me that mattered, sending his love along a direct path from his pupils to mine and reaching my heart as we ran together hand in hand.9

I had never noticed how confusing dreams were before, in a dream you could feel emotion, happy for a nice dream or scared for a nightmare, but it’s the way that you could jump from anywhere and anything in a dream and it would make sense. There were no apparent words in the dreams, but you could just understand what people seemed to be saying. 10

In a room then, him and me. How we escaped them, I didn’t know, but I was happy and his arms were mine, wrapped across my sides and firmly holding onto my back and buttocks. That was where the dream really started to get good for me. I must have been smiling in my sleep, surely, or talking in my sleep, because never had I known happiness like that, awake or asleep. 11

I touched his body, felt at him, all areas of him and then noticing his clothes as they appeared; I hurried to make them disappear. I unbuttoned his smart white shirt, and kissed at his muscular chest and abdominal area as it came into detail in my dream and I worked my way lovingly down his body. A smart brown belt thrown aside by my impatient hand as I used both hands to lazily rip open his jeans instead of unbuttoning them, so they dropped to his ankles fast, to reveal the tight boxers that were proudly promoting the large bulge they harboured inside. 12

Lingering below his bellybutton, I kissed and stroked my tongue across that area and gently slipping my fingers on the rim of his boxers I forced them down, bringing his fine pubes into view and then moving down to see more, I awoke.13

Fuck. This wasn’t my first thought, my first thought when I awoke was that it was real, that I had a handsome male lover and we were meant to be together, but then I slowly realised it was just a dream and I had lost it all. That is when I thought Fuck. I wished I could have never awoken. Stayed asleep forever with him, happy for always. Who was he anyway?14