I feel honored. He honors me; out of appreciation.
Out of respect. But mostly out of gratitude.
I feel honored. He wants my mind, heart, body, & soul.
I was sitting in front of the computer.
I suddenly felt a huge presence of Emotion coming from behind me,
it overwhelmed me entirely and completely.
I had to close my eyes to process the massive amount of emotion that overcame me;
from where… for no reason at all….…
The dream unfolds in events I dont’ want to participate in and people I don’t want to be a part of.
#Scene 1: my house, a party with many Russian strangers. I.B is disconnected from me but I feel connected with him. A little blond woman, silly, childish, sad. I.B broke her heart and I counsel her saying I know what you’re going through, it won’t feel this bad with time.
A murderer enters the house, and hurts or kills some people. I tell I.B and he is on a mission to deal with it (peacefully yet forcefully). I can’t see what is happening, I don’t even see the murderer. I try to peep through a hole in the wall of the corridor. I am worried about my mate.
#Scene: House is empty. Father and uncle and a little baby girl invite themselves over unannounced. I.B is hiding in the corridor. The little girl finds him and she’s happy and doesn’t give away his position. I trust her.
I manage to slip out outside. It is nighttime. Cousin A. in her car waiting to take us to some party. I’m waiting for I.B to come out. I am standing in front of her car when suddenly I see and feel the world moving forward, fast. We have left the house, left I.B behind, yet I look at my feet and see them firmly on the ground which is Not moving. Reality is moving, but I am standing still on a still ground.
#Scene 2: a house party, many strangers/Russians, drunkness. I.B is totally disconnected fro me. I feel less connected to him now. I hate it, I don’t belong and take a decision to leave reality. I start running and I pop out and into another reality. However, I find myself in the same fucken situation. I jump reality again but this time there’s a guy who has noticed what I was doing and keeps eye contact. I smile at him but I don’t want anything from him. I jump reality again into an outside street and realize he has followed me. I smile, but I feel so down of how unfortunate it is that he is the one who is following me, not I.B.
I run and lose him by climbing a very high bed in the middle of the road. It’s comfortable here and i cover myself up, hoping he will not find me again. I’m happy. I find a piece of paper in the bed, lined. But before I read it, I am woken up by I.B in reality covering me up with blankets.…
