I stepped into the foyer of his grandparents home. It was smoky and gray. I knew he was upstairs and ascended the short stairwell and walked into his room. We looked at each other... we embraced. It was so simple and right, felt so good to be in his arms again. I wasn't even supposed to see him, I wasn't searching this time. He kissed me and held me and drank in my green eyes. He smiled, he told me how much he had missed me. I started to cry, I couldn't believe I was here again... I was scared, terrified, I started shaking. I asked him why he didn't come and find me, I had needed him, he had broke my heart... I don't remember what he said, but most likely as dreams go it's because there was no explanation my subconscious could provide, and I don't believe there is any he could say in the waking world.
The dream shifted after we had made love and consummated whatever promises that were not said.
I wanted to show him someplace special. Apparently to me it was these sprawling graveyards and catacombs far into adjacent yellow fields. We stepped outside and I whistled for my horse. He was a stocky bay geared in a worn western saddle but no bridle. My newly reacquired love was very stern and said we could not ride him, he had a lame leg or some such. So we started walking to the graves in the distance and I saw a dark stallion bucking in the distance. I said to him, watch this! I started to sing and the stallion galloped over to me. He was mine, I kissed his soft velvety mussel. We got on him and I kicked him into a canter. As we approached the gate to the graveyard, it read, Mistaken Hills, I could see it was locked and chained. I urged my steed faster and we raced as if to break our necks on the barrier. My knees squeezed so hard and my love squeezed me too, and we hurtled over the 6 foot fence. Knocked our heads together as we landed hard. Trotting through the old dusty graves we made our way to the catacomb entrance. I got us off our black beauty and took my loves hand to go begin our adventure, I was grinning, thrilled. He looked scared to death. I laughed. The entrance loomed in front of us, it became larger with every step. Brown and dusty, with earthly symbols and lines carved up its walls as if lattice and ivy. I reached my hand and brushed it across the door, I noticed the MH was upside down. Chills took over me, replaced my skin with crawling worms. I knew I shouldn't push, I looked back at him and he was pale as a sheet an I realized the door was no longer on my hand. I turned around in slow motion and was only feet away from a half fleshed monster. No there more! I raced back to him as he rushed up to grab my hand so we could head for the horse. I tripped and fell scrapping my hands on the stone, dust flew up a became a cursed fog. My love tried to find me, but instead found a zombie behind him. The dust settled below their shoulders, I looked up and cried out as the zombie sinked what teeth were left in his exposed jaw into my loves shoulder. He looked shocked and crumpled to the floor. I was enraged! I stood up and squatted as I extended my hands out at the bastard and casted a fireball that exploded into him. We were surrounded I casted as many fireballs at our attackers as I could. But they take time, they are not like firing a gun. When I took down enough to grab him, I whistled for the horse and threw my love on the back and leaped up. I kicked that horse so damn hard we set up another fog of dust, I didn't want to know what would be behind us when it settled. The gate was coming up fast. I closed my eyes and reached to the sky and screamed, then slammed my hand back down and surged this power, my anger at the gate and blasted it open.
I had to find a cure, I could feel him starting to quiver in my lap. I didn't know what to do.
The dream shifted again. We were in a dusty floored alley, I had found a bearded man with brown bushy hair. My love way still unconscious on my horse. The man's eyes twinkled he told me of a harp that I could find that would cure him. He took his long bony finger and drew in in the dirt. He said I would know what it was and where to find it. And I did...
The dream shifted. We were in a white room. Our horse was gone. It was me and my love. I was sitting on the floor cross legged and he was laying down in front of me with his hands placed over his chest as if sleeping. I closed my eyes again and turned the darkness behind my eyelids into a blinding light. I started to draw that harp, but with song. I sang a song so sweet and true. It sang of everything I could feel inside. To save him. I never opened my eyes. The last thing I saw before my dream ended was a black horse jumping a 6 foot fence...
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