Move On
In my latest dream, it seemed to be around the 1940s or 50s. I lived in a lavish Victorian house. The garden was slightly overgrown, but it was beautiful. I fell in love with a woman I cannot describe, other than she had a very delicate scent and slightly wavy dark hair. Our love affair was brief, but dizzyingly intense. Even now I can remember how much I loved her. Something happened, and she went away.
Some years later I was traveling with a group who were, apparently, my family. My aunt was dressed in all black, and in my dream I inherently knew she was in mourning for her husband who had recently passed away. I tried to empathize with her, but she remarked, "You wouldn't know, all you ever lost was a friend."
Enraged, I retorted that she meant much more than that. I thundered: " - I slept with her!" In this dream world, same sex relations were completely illegal; so in essence I had admitted to a crime. My aunt's face was shocked. Time fast forwarded, my hair grew long and black; I traveled everywhere in an orange jumpsuit. I served a ten year sentence.
Even once released, I kept wearing the orange jumpsuit. I crossed paths with my lover in a gigantic sunflower field. She had small children running around her feet: one was a little boy in overalls. I confessed to her that I had served a jail sentence for her, and that I had spent every day loving her. She shook her head sadly. She told me that she had changed.
She told me, "Move on."
Some years later I was traveling with a group who were, apparently, my family. My aunt was dressed in all black, and in my dream I inherently knew she was in mourning for her husband who had recently passed away. I tried to empathize with her, but she remarked, "You wouldn't know, all you ever lost was a friend."
Enraged, I retorted that she meant much more than that. I thundered: " - I slept with her!" In this dream world, same sex relations were completely illegal; so in essence I had admitted to a crime. My aunt's face was shocked. Time fast forwarded, my hair grew long and black; I traveled everywhere in an orange jumpsuit. I served a ten year sentence.
Even once released, I kept wearing the orange jumpsuit. I crossed paths with my lover in a gigantic sunflower field. She had small children running around her feet: one was a little boy in overalls. I confessed to her that I had served a jail sentence for her, and that I had spent every day loving her. She shook her head sadly. She told me that she had changed.
She told me, "Move on."