PASSION UNFURLS (photomorph) & THE DREAM GIVES FAIR WARNING (dream narrative) by Roswila

THE DREAM GIVES FAIR WARNING

the taxi arrives; its driver's a young, fair haired
guy who radiates something I immediately think
of as odd, but this is quickly over-ridden by how
massively sexy he is; I sit in the front passenger
seat as he starts telling me about his past: he was
in some well-known paramilitary group whose
name I always have trouble remembering; he puts
his right hand on my left upper arm and leaves it
there as he drives; this, too, seems strange but I
do like being touched by him; I ask if the group
he was in is associated with any military group I
might have heard of or are they a group just to
themselves; even as I realize he's not going to
answer me, it becomes clear he's not taking me
where I want to go, but I don't get upset and just
hang on as it's a very bumpy ride as he's driving
his SUV/taxi up and over all sorts of rough but
beautiful, semi-mountainous terrain where cars
should not drive at all; he comes to a stop at a
large hotel/house where many of his paramilitary
group, male buddies are staying; as I fully accept
that I've been kidnapped he starts making sexual
advances that don't really go anywhere, and I'm
surprisingly OK about it all as his entire physical
package gets to me so intensely; I wind up naked,
wandering the hotel/house and over hear they've
just installed a mini-pool in the kitchen area, and
that his paramilitary buddies are looking forward
to watching him have sex with me when it finally
does happen; he and they agree that it's the least
he can do for his friends; I'm not sure I like the
idea but that odd intense desire to give him just
about anything he wants keeps me walking back
towards him, still jay bird nude; as I approach
him he says "You're driving me crazy!" clearly
meaning in a sexual sense; I mumble something
about my hope that my Gravel Gerties* -- my
name for my poor, out of shape legs -- won't turn
him off; my head starts heating, as do other parts
of me, as I imagine finally fucking with this man


[narrative on an old dream of 3-2-17. * Gravel Gertie, Dick Tracy comic character. BTW, I've had the notes for this dream all these months. I never knew quite how to write about it until today. Wasn't even sure I understood it fully. But in the past few days, even though I've not been in imminent danger of proceeding as I do in the dream, I've seen all too clearly how this situation has been around me with several men and for some time. I've just been too gullible and (blush) in some ways too innocent to see it. Not fully registering both too many men's untrustworthiness and my nearness to being victimized by my own sexual responses. I'm beginning to think that what I have agonized over, wondering what's wrong with me that's kept me out of a (shall I say) liaison with a man, has really been what's right with me. I've not met a man that my unconscious, deepest intuition can trust! And that intuition's kept me backing out of such situations without even knowing I'm doing so, and despite my intense conscious desires. Photomorph "Passion Unfurls" (9-29-09 7174v3) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,

[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.