I dreamt I met a woman. She came form a "sheltered family", which is to say, her family was very protective of her. Her skin was the complexion of ripe papaya and the coils in her kinky hair possesed a lustruous quality. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, I believe, and I wanted her desperately. Maybe my sub-concious need for a relationship propelled me, but I pursued her in her room reletlessly. It was as if I unchained a lustful, romantic beast from within, which pounced on her in a mad, seductive rage. She fought back, but there was no stopping me, from sweet words to subtle touches,and gentle kisses she gradually succumbed to my wiles. We were in her room, which had a large East window. A strange light peeked through the heavy binds, and she told me this was my "concious world". "Come with me" I said. I wanted her with me forever.
Her parents retured. They were an elderly African couple, with heavily wrinkled faces, but kind and almost sad demeanours. The father had hazel eyes, and after introductions left for the bathroom. The mother had piercing blue eyes,which clashed wildly with her complexion and she lingered on in the room, giving her daughter-my love, an inquisitive and severe look. Eventually, my love revealed to her that we were to elope. The mother went beserk.She screamed for the husband, shook her daughter and the mere force of her anger sent me hurtling towards the bed.Her emotions possesed a force that seemed to affect me physically. Mother and daughter stood by the 'concious world" window and argued viciously. She wanted to marry me, and she justified her decision by saying "but he's a pretty boy". Her mother gave her an exasperated stare that only parents can give children unwise in the ways of the world, and said "My dear, he's not even pretty". I was surprised, because this seem to be a rather big issue, the fact that I was not a "pretty boy". It even made my love do a double take. This made me angry and I stood up shouting " What the hell is this?" "What does being pretty have to do with anything?" I sounded petty and insignificant. But she...she was relentless. "We're getting married, and that all there is to the issue". Curiously, her father was no where in sight. She grabbed my hand and we left the room with the "concious world" window. At the front door stood her father. Close up, I could see the moles on his face and gray hair on his close shaved head. His sad hazel eyes formed a beautiful contrast with his dark brown skin. He took his daughters face in both hands and kissed both her cheeks. He whispered" You know we are but slaves to those of the other side". I was surprised, I saw tears in her eyes, but when she turned her face towards me, all I could see was adoration and excitement within their overflowing depths.
We ran out of the house, and I was stunned by the immense wealth of the building- the stairs we ran down were of solid gold and so were the balustrades. Beneath the feet there was no feeling; it was like walking on air. On the balconies all around us, emerged hundreds of people, families, waving at us, with smiles on their faces, and a certain sadness in their eyes. My love looked like a bride on her wedding day, and she ran ahead of me smiling and laughing like a child enraptured with a new experience, waving back at these people who seemed at that moment to be her family. All of a sudden, a feeling of uncertainty pierced through my heart and a warm rush of adrenaline roared through my body. Could I do it? Could I actually love this girl forever? The task suddenly seemd incredibly daunting, and I began to fear the worst. What of if the love fizzled away,like countless other relationships. How could I bring her back to her parents, and these people who seemed so, so connected with her. Her happiness was reflected in their eyes,and it was like a truly perfect wedding- all the onlookers genuinly wishing the bride well. The fear within me swelled uncontrollably and and I walked ahead quicky, grabbed her arm, and shuttled her out of the building. It was cold outside, and she rested her tightly curled head against my shoulder. I felt huge, and protective, yet I also felt lost and afraid in this strange world. She looked up at me inquisitively and I had no comforting looks to give her. My fear finally overwhelmed me, and I broke away from her, running back into the building. I couldn't bear to look back at her, I couldn't bear to hurt her more than I already had. I ran through her house, into her room where her parents sat embracing, comforting themselves at their loss. They looked at me in surprise and I pause momentarily to smile at them then plunged through the massive window, out of my dream and into a sunny Saturday morning.