Weird dreams: walking with the girl
I am walking alone around PAX. The hall is almost completely dark, and the displays are empty and dusty, like a forgotten corner of the Science Centre after it has closed. Still I am excited, imagining that this is part of the show, that characters in full costume will jump out at me suddenly and surprise and delight me.
Someone comes up from behind me and gently takes my hand. I cannot see them in the darkness, but I am sure they are a friend, maybe even a lover. Why would they take my hand otherwise? We walk along hand in hand, pleasantly through the darkness.
Slowly I find my hand moving along their arm. I must find out who it is. My hand continues its journey upwards, creeping along to the shoulder. It comes to rest on the side of a soft, small face. Can I tell from this much who I am with? I cannot. The person shifts slightly, and I find my hand tangled and resting in her hair, which is pliant and soft.
I have a moment where I am suddenly aware that I am dreaming, and startled I try to wake up. And I do..only to find that I cannot fully escape the sleeping world. I waken in my bed, lying on my side, with one arm extended behind a pillow. This is the arm that was resting on the head of my dream companion, and behind the pillow I can still feel a plush head of hair in my hands, only now it grips me back, like a hand itself, and will not release me. I cannot see the arm, but I feel myself pulled by the unseen hair-that-is-a-hand ...