visitors

It has been awhile since you have been with me in dreams; so much so, i had mistakenly believed it was over. Dreams remember what you forget. I walk into your kitchen, we make small talk, but you are kind, happy, animated as you prepare some food. As i sit, The Sea walks in from school, gives me an odd look of "What are you doing here?" and i respond, tell her something to the effect of, "Don't worry, you're still special to me." Next we leave the house and drive, leaving The Sea behind. Even as we drive, you are very friendly- i note that your hair is long, as it was before. We stop at a building, go inside and ascend wooden stairs. i do not recall what we do, just your talking, the song of your voice. We note that it is 5:30 and better get back to the house, where The Sea, presumably, waits. As we descend the stairs, you gesture for me to pick you up and carry you, as a groom carries a bride. i do, noting to myself how light you are, something in contrast to Noire. i carry you down and outside, where there is a small beach. You become very touchy, and my confusion rises...i do not want this, i do want this, i do not....i need to be faithful to Noire, and comment that we shouldn't. You laugh, and say, "But you're so much fun to touch!" A smile as wide as the sun's arms at sunrise on your face. i slip back into this world, surprised at my disappointment that the dream ended. As before, i so want to go back in, but burn with shame at that.