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I'd like to share a memory of a dream.
12 years ago
No, this isn't about RainFurrest. I still need to write a report on that. This is something different. Something very dear to me.
About ten years ago, I had the most cubby and comforting dream that I can ever remember. I don't remember it often, but I felt inspired to share it tonight. Best to commit it to text to preserve it.
I know I don't draw very much innocent cubby art, which leads people to believe that I'm mainly all about the sexy side of my fetish. But if this dream is any indication, then I am certainly not as one-sided as I may present myself to be. Without further adieu...
I dreamed that I was little, and furry, toddling through a nice, large house. I came upon an inconspicuous secret door, disguised as a simple cabinet cover, just like any other. Inside was a soft, padded tunnel, with a faint blue light coming from its distant terminal. It curved upward in a gentle slope, to the left, never harshly. When I emerged, I was atop a large, curved bed, bathed in gentle blue moonlight. I was now wearing a soft, cozy sleeper on my small, toddler furry body. And there was another boy there, dressed much the same, his features lost to memory. Over the years, I suspect that my mind has adapted his physical features so that he is Caden, my lion character. Whether or not I accurately remember his physical features is not important. What is important is that I still remember his warmth and love more than anything. We cuddled together on the huge bed, which seemed to be two beds put together, with a curved front to match another wonderful feature of the room. There was a large panoramic window at the edge of the bed, overlooking a tree-covered mountain range, bathed in that cool, comforting, blue moonlight. It was like a lullaby for the eyes, and heart. The dream ended as I saw myself and the other boy from behind, sitting on our legs and holding each other, both of us looking out at the beautiful night.
When I awoke, the dream was, fortunately, still vivid enough for me to repeat in my head. And that I did, for losing the memory of this dream was not a risk I was willing to take. To this day, this dream survives as the most endearing subconscious example of my cubby side.
About ten years ago, I had the most cubby and comforting dream that I can ever remember. I don't remember it often, but I felt inspired to share it tonight. Best to commit it to text to preserve it.
I know I don't draw very much innocent cubby art, which leads people to believe that I'm mainly all about the sexy side of my fetish. But if this dream is any indication, then I am certainly not as one-sided as I may present myself to be. Without further adieu...
I dreamed that I was little, and furry, toddling through a nice, large house. I came upon an inconspicuous secret door, disguised as a simple cabinet cover, just like any other. Inside was a soft, padded tunnel, with a faint blue light coming from its distant terminal. It curved upward in a gentle slope, to the left, never harshly. When I emerged, I was atop a large, curved bed, bathed in gentle blue moonlight. I was now wearing a soft, cozy sleeper on my small, toddler furry body. And there was another boy there, dressed much the same, his features lost to memory. Over the years, I suspect that my mind has adapted his physical features so that he is Caden, my lion character. Whether or not I accurately remember his physical features is not important. What is important is that I still remember his warmth and love more than anything. We cuddled together on the huge bed, which seemed to be two beds put together, with a curved front to match another wonderful feature of the room. There was a large panoramic window at the edge of the bed, overlooking a tree-covered mountain range, bathed in that cool, comforting, blue moonlight. It was like a lullaby for the eyes, and heart. The dream ended as I saw myself and the other boy from behind, sitting on our legs and holding each other, both of us looking out at the beautiful night.
When I awoke, the dream was, fortunately, still vivid enough for me to repeat in my head. And that I did, for losing the memory of this dream was not a risk I was willing to take. To this day, this dream survives as the most endearing subconscious example of my cubby side.
and tell me more about this Caden character, I don't think I've seen art of him or anything o.o
ever done art of him, or is it just personal?