The Dream


This is so hard for me to write. It is about choices ... not physical choices such as what I wear or whether the bread and blackwine will be made fresh each morning. I have no choice in those things. I cannot choose if I will be kept or sold, beaten or caressed, indulged or not. There are choices of the heart, however, that are only mine to make.
The dream has come to me regularly for some time now. At first I'd awaken, my mind refusing to see the end of it. If I could, I would still deny the dream and its meaning. I can't. I told it to him the other night ... no explanations, no circuitous dancing about it. Just the dream. I did not -- could not -- look at him directly as I spoke ... but could see from my sidelong glance that he understood the subcontext immediately.
In the dream I am standing in the middle of the Great Room at Samsara Keep. The room is lit only by the remaining embers in the hearth. I have already extinguished the lamps for the night. Everyone has gone to bed... there is a hush in the house. In it I swear I can hear my heart pounding.
The darkness at the edges of the room obscures the doorway to the kitchen area, the larger wooden door leading outside ... the stairs leading up and the hallway.
I drop to my knees ... if I don't, I will run ... out the back, out the front door. It doesn't matter. I will run if I don't still immediately.
There is a deep wrenching within me and I look from one side of the room to the other. From stairs to hall. Furs to mat.
I must choose. I know I must get to my feet and go to one or the other.
Perhaps I am simply avoiding writing the conclusion because there are chores to be done ... perhaps I am avoiding it because to me, even more than the spoken word, once words are put to paper, there is no taking it back. It becomes real and binding. Regardless, I must make fresh blackwine and I have neglected to put on lip cosmetics. Yes ... I'm sure I am not avoiding anything. I simply need to gloss my lips. A damn fine ass only goes so far unless a girl is wearing lipgloss.

 

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