Dreams...
I hate my dreams sometimes. Especially the happy ones. No, no, don't get me wrong here. I'm not going emo.
Last night I had a dream about how I returned to Second Life - which I actually just did - and set up my own area. Then my ex SL-girlfriend contacts me and wants to talk. I hurt a lot, since it is still a touchy subject, however I do meet up with her. She is quiet and grumpy with me, however she talks to me and reaches out. I don't remember what we talked about though.
I say to her that I must wake up... or get offline... or something like both at the same time... and she thinks for a long while... then reaches out a hand to me and pulls me close to her, curling up against my back protectively while holding me in a loving embrace. All the hurt and emotional pain just drains completely. I feel the feeling of rekindling love. I know that even though she is grumpy with me, she still loves me, more than like a friend. I feel her warm body against mine. For some reason we are naked, even though we never undressed. Not in any way is this sexual... more like a symbol of openness and closeness and trust.
Then the alarm sets off and I wake up to harsh cold reality.
Dreams like these are bitter-sweet at best.
Last night I had a dream about how I returned to Second Life - which I actually just did - and set up my own area. Then my ex SL-girlfriend contacts me and wants to talk. I hurt a lot, since it is still a touchy subject, however I do meet up with her. She is quiet and grumpy with me, however she talks to me and reaches out. I don't remember what we talked about though.
I say to her that I must wake up... or get offline... or something like both at the same time... and she thinks for a long while... then reaches out a hand to me and pulls me close to her, curling up against my back protectively while holding me in a loving embrace. All the hurt and emotional pain just drains completely. I feel the feeling of rekindling love. I know that even though she is grumpy with me, she still loves me, more than like a friend. I feel her warm body against mine. For some reason we are naked, even though we never undressed. Not in any way is this sexual... more like a symbol of openness and closeness and trust.
Then the alarm sets off and I wake up to harsh cold reality.
Dreams like these are bitter-sweet at best.