WAKING TO DREAM

I've decided to add some of the short stories I've been writing. If you like them, please let me know


WAKING INTO DREAMS

It must have been around one am when we both dropped off to sleep. It was a warm June night and both of us had felt a gentle breeze whisper through our open window and touch our sweating bodies with a ripple of shivers. Another shower was out of the question. The pulsing rhythm of a power jet had turned the evening’s second spell beneath the cascade into a frenzied bout of love making, our bodies becoming as one as we’d twisted and moved in harmony with the dynamic forces pouring from the chrome shower head.

Now Jeannie sighed with contentment as we both slipped into dreams. Immediately in the fantasy world I became aware that I was holding her hand and leading her forward along a grassy green track that seemed to hover below our feet. A gently flowing stream trickling over and around small water worn rocks brought a flash of memory from earlier in the evening, but instead of a frantic coupling of bodies a gentle sense of belonging to and with Jeannie transmuted the thought into harmonious amusement and we both turned and smiled into one another’s eyes.

I looked forward again and saw as though surrounded by a misty halo a lady riding side saddle on a large brown horse. As the horse slowly drew closer its right leg found a stone on the path and began tapping a cadence on the harder surface giving resonance to the air around us that almost hummed with an electric vitality.

Nervously glancing round I saw Jeannie was now behind me, bending towards the ground, holding her hands beneath the pink and red flowered dress she wore, pulling its lacy hem sideways and slightly backwards. With a shock I realised she was trying to curtsey. My mouth must have been gaping wide as I swung back towards the horse and its awesome rider.

Ultimate power with a pure spiritual essence I have never before imagined could exist, sent shivers through my mind, drawing out my inner psyche, inspecting both its faults and what I feel is my better side. Then as though a light switch had been flicked upwards, the laser like intensity faded and I could look at the crowned rider in her swirling blue robes.

Her pale face inclined downwards slightly, her brow lifting into two frown lines as though questioning why we should have trespassed into her domain. An intangible authority radiated dominance without any need for the sparkling diadem encircling her auburn hair. Swirling cobalt blue spun through her robe as flashes of gold reflected the radiant sun that gave a slight shadow on her hidden side. I looked into her eyes and to this day many years later I still cannot attempt to describe their colour. Suffice it to say they twinkled, flashed, smiled, frowned and saw what mortal eyes can never comprehend, all aspects occurring simultaneously.

With a voice gentle, calm, but all knowing, she asked “With what purpose travel you to these realms?” her barely moving lips giving a slightly old world turn to the question.

“To learn of mystic pathways”, I replied, reaching for Jeannie’s hand as she too stared in utter fascination. “To move forward along the evolutionary streams and to serve the source of light”

“You have much to learn, but you will always be welcome here.” A sparkling diamond in a form never seen in our world hovered just above her breasts. Her left hand glittered with jewels that seemed to cascade over and around her fingers as she reached for and touched the diamond before upturning and extending it in my direction. It was as though tiny fireflies glinted and flashed.

“My lady, I thank you” I said, giving a tiny bow. The horse snorted, almost in derision, as I continued, “We both acknowledge your majesty, your power and your wisdom. May we ever serve you, in honour and glory?”

I flashed a glance at Jeannie who looked totally mesmerised. “May we now leave you in peace?”

This time as her words sounded in our ears, I swear there was no movement whatsoever in her pale lips, but the words resonated with a powerful echo. “Return to your world, where together you will share your life. Think always of me, The Lady of the Sceptres, who will guide and teach the two of you.”

As she said the word sceptre a garland of glittering stars sparkled where the diadem had been. From the diamond around her throat tiny sparkles of golden light cascaded towards us and flickered around our bodies. Then the horse grunted once more, shook his head and slowly turned, powerful thighs tensing ready for a journey. Once more he looked back at us and I still think that this time he winked before the whole scene vanished.

A ray of sunlight popped through the leaves of the oak tree outside my window. Pushing down with my hand to twist my body upwards I looked down at Jeannie, breathing softly in sleep. I kissed her brow and then let the forefinger on my other hand rest gently on her left breast, circling the nipple which hardened to my touch. Moving my finger back towards me I traced a straight line until reaching the other beautiful symbol of femininity, but this time as I touched the nipple, my thumb joined in to give a gentle squeeze.

One eye flickered half open, so moving closer I blew softly onto her beautiful red lips which glistened where her tongue had gently touched them as she awoke. Both eyes were open now and smiling up at me.
Now I knew that together we would travel this world in love and adventure and that the mystic cord which had spiralled around us, would last long after this incarnation and lead us ever forward into time and space.