Vampire Dreams
How odd, these days, when I finally find someone worth everything in life I've been through.
A man I met in June on the internet, stopped talking to in July to August because I had feelings growing for him, and they were scaring me, then after three weeks of no contact, I contacted him again. He had waited, throughout those three weeks, for me to contact him. Granted, we kept a bit of track of eachother in that time period, but no contact was initiated.
I met him in person in October, flying to Mass. for a week on vacation from work. In December, he flew here, was only supposed to stay for 2 weeks, stayed for a month. We both knew, that when he flew home, he'd be coming back. We thought it was going to be a month, while he got the money together. No.... He got home, and the next day, he packed up and drove down here.
He's here to this day, and I couldn't be happier. My son is happy with him as well, which is a big bonus, considering what that boy went through in my past relationships. My youngest has taken a liking to him as well. Now to just get my daughter here to meet him. I miss her so much, it's painful to think about.
So... I have my Dragon with me, and he's everything I could want.
Then, this morning, I have this weird dream.
He was a carrot-blonde haired vampire. (not strawberry, the hair was actually an orange-blonde) I hear snoring - yes, he snores, big deal - but behind the snoring, he is speaking to me, holding me close, speaking words of love and ... binding? and I lay there in his arms, listening, loving, waiting for him to take me sexually, waiting for the bite I know is coming. He lays closer and closer upon me and I notice his neck is bleeding, something he had done to himself. And as he continues talking to me, holding me closer, and I feel the love, the possession, the need and I lick the blood dripping down his neck. And I do it again. Still, he has not bitten me, as I've been expecting. Instead, he lifts up and looks down at me with a satisfied smile, knowingly, then turns his head and bites/sucks on himself again - I guess, I couldn't see what he was doing. He turns back to me, laying closer and giving me a kiss, and when his lips part, I taste it. His mouth is full of his own blood, and I open my lips and drink, feeling the thickness, tasting the coppery taste, taking his gift, swallowing, and amazed I'm not gagging on it.
I wake...
Nakal, my son's cat (that cats all love him, by the way. It's like my son and I are non-existant now), is at his feet. I lay there a little confused, then he stirs next to me, patting his chest, "Come, My girl. My girl, come rest." He pats his chest again, and with a smile I curl up against him, head on his shoulder, arm across his chest and fall back to sleep.
It was just so odd, how possession in the dream reflected the possession in my life that I have craved all my life, but never Truly had. Yes, I am possessed by this man in my life, but he treats me more then just as a possession to be fondled, paraded, then set in a corner. No, he treats me as a treasure, comforting, supporting, listening, and lets me lead my life as I need.
We have been waiting all our lives for one another, each learning lessons that needed to be learned before our paths finally crossed.
And now, I must get ready for work. I'm running late.
A man I met in June on the internet, stopped talking to in July to August because I had feelings growing for him, and they were scaring me, then after three weeks of no contact, I contacted him again. He had waited, throughout those three weeks, for me to contact him. Granted, we kept a bit of track of eachother in that time period, but no contact was initiated.
I met him in person in October, flying to Mass. for a week on vacation from work. In December, he flew here, was only supposed to stay for 2 weeks, stayed for a month. We both knew, that when he flew home, he'd be coming back. We thought it was going to be a month, while he got the money together. No.... He got home, and the next day, he packed up and drove down here.
He's here to this day, and I couldn't be happier. My son is happy with him as well, which is a big bonus, considering what that boy went through in my past relationships. My youngest has taken a liking to him as well. Now to just get my daughter here to meet him. I miss her so much, it's painful to think about.
So... I have my Dragon with me, and he's everything I could want.
Then, this morning, I have this weird dream.
He was a carrot-blonde haired vampire. (not strawberry, the hair was actually an orange-blonde) I hear snoring - yes, he snores, big deal - but behind the snoring, he is speaking to me, holding me close, speaking words of love and ... binding? and I lay there in his arms, listening, loving, waiting for him to take me sexually, waiting for the bite I know is coming. He lays closer and closer upon me and I notice his neck is bleeding, something he had done to himself. And as he continues talking to me, holding me closer, and I feel the love, the possession, the need and I lick the blood dripping down his neck. And I do it again. Still, he has not bitten me, as I've been expecting. Instead, he lifts up and looks down at me with a satisfied smile, knowingly, then turns his head and bites/sucks on himself again - I guess, I couldn't see what he was doing. He turns back to me, laying closer and giving me a kiss, and when his lips part, I taste it. His mouth is full of his own blood, and I open my lips and drink, feeling the thickness, tasting the coppery taste, taking his gift, swallowing, and amazed I'm not gagging on it.
I wake...
Nakal, my son's cat (that cats all love him, by the way. It's like my son and I are non-existant now), is at his feet. I lay there a little confused, then he stirs next to me, patting his chest, "Come, My girl. My girl, come rest." He pats his chest again, and with a smile I curl up against him, head on his shoulder, arm across his chest and fall back to sleep.
It was just so odd, how possession in the dream reflected the possession in my life that I have craved all my life, but never Truly had. Yes, I am possessed by this man in my life, but he treats me more then just as a possession to be fondled, paraded, then set in a corner. No, he treats me as a treasure, comforting, supporting, listening, and lets me lead my life as I need.
We have been waiting all our lives for one another, each learning lessons that needed to be learned before our paths finally crossed.
And now, I must get ready for work. I'm running late.