Nightmares
I found myself in a large living room. The house was all wood; the floor, the walls, everything. There were things on the walls; paintings, trophies, other things I can’t see well. The wall hangings change and stay the same. Was that normal? Does it matter? No. The room is filled with the gently heat and light of a crackling fire. It gives the room more light than it should, but again, I’m not surprised.
My mind wanders to the furniture. A low wood coffee table sits next to a comfortable couch. Sometimes it’s leather, then cloth, then leather again. Comfortable? How did I know that? Of course, I’ve always known that. I’ve lain on that couch a thousand times. I’ve been in this house, this room, a thousand times. Is it my house? No, I don’t thing so, but I remember it like my own.

The room…shifts…but remains the same, and then she is there.
“Hey there,” her voice is like that of an angel’s to my ears.
I turn to face her; she’s standing near the fireplace. Her beauty is astounding. She’s of moderate height, maybe 5’8” or 5’9”, perfectly matched with my 6’4”. Her hair comes down past her shoulders and is a beautiful medium brown color. One moment it’s straight, then curly, then straight again. I like straight hair. Her eyes are almond shaped and the deepest brown. They’re captivating.
But who is she? I don’t…wait…I remember her. Her name is…it’s on the tip of my tongue. I know who she is, I know every thing about her.

The scene shifts again and we’re both naked. It’s a sight I’ve enjoyed before, and knew I would enjoy again.
“Come here,” I gesture for her to come closer. Her body is athletically slender, her breasts firm. Smiling, how I love that smile, she glides into my arms. We embrace and kiss. There is a palpable feeling of compassion and joy in the air. No…those words don’t do it justice. Love…is that it?... Does even that word describe what I feel?
She’s so close I can smell her hair, feel her body next to mine.

The scene shifts again and we’re clothed again. She steps into my embrace and I can smell her hair.

Reality shifts seamlessly and it doesn’t bother me. It all seems so natural, so right. She seems so right.
I’m lying on the couch. There is a soft comforter under me.
“Come on. Come lay with me,” I beckon to her again. She smiles and joins me. We are both clothed again. Her back presses against my chest and I wrap the blanket around the both of us. The fire keeps the room warm, but I can see snow falling outside the window. She likes being warm. I’m warm.
We stay like that for a long time just watching the fire flicker…no there is a small T.V. in the room and we are watching that. Brushing aside her hair, I kiss the side of her neck. She giggles, she’s ticklish on the neck.
How did I know that? Of course I know that, I’ve known it for a while. We’ve been together for a long time now; we have no secrets.

She’s standing again and we’re both naked. A blanket is draped around her shoulders.
“Come on. Come lay with me,” I beckon to her again. She laughs this time and shakes her finger at me. I couldn’t help but smile. “Come on.” Smiling, she comes over to me and drops down on top of me, the blanket between us. “Now that’s not fair.”
She laughs again. “Too bad.” The atmosphere of love was palpable again and I wrap my arms around her. Kissing her mouth, I slide my hands along her stomach to her breasts. She has very smooth, soft skin. Her soft moan reaches my ears as I fonder her breasts, her nipples.

Now I’m on top of her and the blankets are gone. We stare into each other’s eyes as I enter her. Her body is warm and pliable to mine; relaxed…inviting. She gives a little moan as I gently thrust into her again and again. I love the feel of her, I always have, and I love the taste of her skin too. Lowering my head, I press my mouth to her nipples, letting my tongue glide across them. She is delicious.
* * *
I woke in a dark room, a thin shaft of morning light filtering through the curtains. I was along. Where was she? Where am I? Panic fills me and I look around the room hurriedly in search of her. Then it came back to me. A dream…all a dream. This was my bedroom.
“No,” I whisper softly. Turning, I saw my clock; 8:50A.M. Rolling over, I went back to sleep, trying to recapture that dream.
* * *
I found myself in a house. My house? I don’t know, I can’t make out all the details. Someone is here. Or is it more than one? I can’t seem to focus.
“She’s not real man,” someone says to me. I think it’s my brother, “She’s just a dream.”
I look at him. His features are odd, I can’t describe it, but I feel like he is wrong.

Suddenly I’m standing in the middle of a street in a city. Skyscrapers rise up all around me. The streets are empty, the city is empty.
A flash of movement catches my attention and I turn to follow it. Was that a woman? I chase after her. She seems familiar. Have I been searching for her? Yes. Yes, she is the one I’m looking for. I see another flash of movement and a piece of cloth slips behind a building. I follow after it.
No one is there when I round the building. A payphone is hanging on the building’s wall. It rings. I pick up the phone. It’s her. My love says something but I can’t make it out, but I know it’s her.
“I can’t hear you,” I tell her. She says something again but the sound doesn’t reach my ears properly.
Her voice becomes clearer and I hear her say my name. It sounds like she is looking for me as hard as I’m looking for her.
“Please, what is your name? I can’t remember, I’m sorry.” Why can’t I remember?
“My name is…” Her voice becomes wrong again and I grit my teeth in frustration. “I don’t have much time, I have to go.”
“Please,” desperation fills my voice as I beg her, “are you real? Are you real?” The last bit came out as a whisper.
She responds with a single word…
* * *
My alarm clock went off and I woke. I had heard her answer…what was it?…what was it?

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Some of you might be asking why I called this "Nightmares". The truth is, this is a nightmare I've had about a month ago.

And again, you might be wondering what makes this dream a nightmare? On the surface it really doesn't look like one. In fact it looks like a great dream. A loving relationship with a beautiful woman, but for me it's not.

The truth is, I've never felt love. I don't know what it is like to love someone or be loved in return. I do "love" my family and my friends, but that isn't the same. This dream filled me with feelings I've never before experienced and they damn near overwhelmed me. Then I woke up, and all those feelings were ripped from me.

That is what a true nightmare is. A scary dream merely wakes you up, then you fall back asleep and forget about it. A nightmare stays with you long after you wake up.

And the worst part is, I remember so much of her. If I was artistic I would love to capture her image in charcoal or paint. I know her features like my own. The dream doesn't even feel like a dream, but more like the memory of an actual event and what scares me is that I'll never feel that way ever again. It scares me that I would give anything to go back to that dream and never come out again.

And it scares me that now I know that face of my soulmate, even if I've only seen her in a dream, and that I'll never find her in real life. I'm afraid to be all alone...all alone...

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