I heard the distant echo of thunder rolling in early early this morning, but no rain came, only the vision of the two of us dancing and running barefoot on the prairie grass below our feet. It was the 'lizard king' again, only this time he had white leather on with a flowing smock for a shirt. His hair was sun-kissed bronze and his chest puffed out as the lizard king made his way into my subconsciousness . . . He reveled in showing me how deeply his heart was beating for me and how passionately he was ready to copulate, again, under freedoms moon making me that 'happy, not unhappy, girl, once again . . . The phone rang, I look at the clock it is 4:10pm--it was you who asked if you might stop in the next time the sun begins to set for the dance of nightfall.
My conscious and subconscious personna, obliged. Will our meeting of the egos replicate the meeting of the spirit in our dreams, be as cordial, as loving, as persevered ?
Now what?
Tags: Spirit Restless Dream Emerged Echoes Erica Hidvegi
