[I'll do my best to rehash this from the storage tank of my Dreams...]
I dreamt that I was sitting in my room, and I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, trying hard to hide the fact that I've been crying, and as it would turn out, the man who made me cry was there on the other side of my door.
"Kimbear, what are you crying for?" he asked me.
"You hurt me..." I said back to him, and dissolved into tears. I couldn't tell him anymore, all I could ramble was "you hurt me...why did you have to hurt me" like a broken record.
He took me in his arms. "Kimbear, please don't cry. I never meant to hurt you. I care about you....please...don't cry anymore....everything will be okay...trust me, I've made it so it will all be okay."
He held me at arm's length as I stood and sniffled. "Kimbear?" he asked, after I didn't say anything for a while.
"Hold me. Please." was all I could say.
He took me in his arms, and held me close to him. I could hear the rythmic "lub dub...lub dub" of his heart beating. No one said anything for a few minutes. He kissed the top of my head, and I looked up at him.
"Kimbear, let's go sit down, that way we'll both be more comfortable."
We laid down on my bed, still lying in his arms and still listening to his heartbeat. I could hear it gradually start to slow down and become more relaxed.
This simple moment in his arms made all the past hurts go away...I began to feel better, I had stopped crying. Everything was as it should be....lying there with his arms around me.
Not long after, the situation began to change...the man whom was holding me seemed to be almost fading. At first, I didn't know what happened..I called his name, trying to get him to come back. Then the reality of the situation hit me...all this was a dream..his gentle touch...caring words...it was all just a dream, and I was waking up. And I was powerless to stop it.
