Had a strange dream today, an early morning dream.Years back there would have been hope of it coming true, for early morning dreams are meant to come true.Three decades of morning dreams have taught me otherwise. Early morning or not, dreams come true only if you work towards them, romantic or otherwise.
In my dream I lay on a white worught iron bench, my head propped up on the arm rest,surrounded by beautiful young men & women, clad in shorts & skirts, easy early morning sunday wear. They talk loudly helping themselves to breakfast, hugging & kissing uninhibitedly.It was some what early in the morning, much before the sun turned yellow & heated the place up. Fresh sea breeze ruffled my hair.A white breakfast table by my side held a breakfast spread, flanked by chairs & striped blue & white parasols. They seemed to know me.I was older & alone though, not part of the losely woven pairs around me.A guy sat by me, a man of undeterminable age not young enough to be a boy & not old enough to be a man. He smiled & looked down upon me, bringing his head down to kiss my neck.
I knew I could not let it happen.If not bound to somebody else I was defenitely not attached to this guy in any way.My somewhat prudish upbringing did not allow me to accept intimacies with men I was not assosciated with in conventional terms. But then what the heck, I hugged him close for a minute.. & then woke up with a start as somebody called my name to wake me up.
I wanted to kick him in the shin, my waker up, he could atleast have let me finish my dream. it was a beautiful dream, such like I have not had in years. It reminded me of V.The fact that the guy by my side was part african probably had something to do with it. The dream had all the giddiness of early love had something to do with it too.Thought to look him up early in the morning,could not locate him though. No V to fit the description in FB.The only V that could has an african surname. People change surnames & its been a decade atleast since I last spoken to V, May be I should write to the V with the african surname & find out if he is the young boy I knew in my chennai days.
In my dream I lay on a white worught iron bench, my head propped up on the arm rest,surrounded by beautiful young men & women, clad in shorts & skirts, easy early morning sunday wear. They talk loudly helping themselves to breakfast, hugging & kissing uninhibitedly.It was some what early in the morning, much before the sun turned yellow & heated the place up. Fresh sea breeze ruffled my hair.A white breakfast table by my side held a breakfast spread, flanked by chairs & striped blue & white parasols. They seemed to know me.I was older & alone though, not part of the losely woven pairs around me.A guy sat by me, a man of undeterminable age not young enough to be a boy & not old enough to be a man. He smiled & looked down upon me, bringing his head down to kiss my neck.
I knew I could not let it happen.If not bound to somebody else I was defenitely not attached to this guy in any way.My somewhat prudish upbringing did not allow me to accept intimacies with men I was not assosciated with in conventional terms. But then what the heck, I hugged him close for a minute.. & then woke up with a start as somebody called my name to wake me up.
I wanted to kick him in the shin, my waker up, he could atleast have let me finish my dream. it was a beautiful dream, such like I have not had in years. It reminded me of V.The fact that the guy by my side was part african probably had something to do with it. The dream had all the giddiness of early love had something to do with it too.Thought to look him up early in the morning,could not locate him though. No V to fit the description in FB.The only V that could has an african surname. People change surnames & its been a decade atleast since I last spoken to V, May be I should write to the V with the african surname & find out if he is the young boy I knew in my chennai days.
