A Passionate Dream

It was early morning and the others were already up, or in the process of doing so. Gonyaul was in the last stages of a deep sleep. He was face down on his stomach unmoving; however, one could see his eyes behind his eyelids rapidly moving.

Where do dreams come from? Were they something your heart longed for? Were they blessings, or guidance, from a higher power? Were they just random connections in your brain based on what was most prevalent in your memory before falling asleep? Regardless of their origin, a dream was upon Gonyaul and it would run its full course before letting him wake.

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Gonyaul saw two paths diverge into new horizons. He could feel the nervous tension of being unsure of which way he should go. On account of this special fear, he hesitated. Then suddenly a deer, of which was sleek and graceful, pranced in front of his eyes. Gonyaul was enticed by the elegant beauty of the creature and followed it into the wilderness beyond. His entire being pulled in its wake.

Alas, the deer vanished. He was standing once again alone in a mix of falling leaves that reminded him of home and perfumed air. Gonyaul was surprised by his name suddenly being called from behind by a voice so tender, so gentle; that a warm shiver teased up his spine. Upon turning around he viewed a most spectacular display. It was a woman comprised of the flora and fauna of nature itself. Her radiance was too much and he fell down in humility; however, she beckoned him to rise.

Gazing upon her, his eyes couldn't help but delight in artistic revery. Flowers and rose petals were her ornaments in her dark hair and her Arisha Ikeburer was ordained by the finest jewels nature could provide; but not as rock, but instead as fabric. Her skin, when she helped him up, was as soft as a dove's feathers and radiated the glow of the sunflower. But none of these features compared to her eyes. They were the most brilliant eyes he had ever seen. They were as the stars in the sky, or as a pearl in the sea. And deep within them he could see her soul was pure, loving and warm.

Gonyaul thought he was in the presence of one of the wonders of the world. Yet he couldn't make out her face, was this someone he knew? She drew near to him and wrapped her arms of chrysolite around his neck and rested her graceful head on his shoulder. Her body was warm and inviting, melting into his own. His nose was filled with the fragrance of a thousand harmonious flowers.

The wind began to play a slow and steady tune, that sounded like the marriage ceremonial dance of his people, that gathered the animals from all around to spectate. The trees were swaying in the breeze. Night descended and time seemed to stand still.

Gonyaul began to let go and join her in a gentle sway. It was a moment he felt like he would never forget and his passion swelled from within. The two began what could only be described as the most intimate of dances; two beings doing martial-art-like movements to the pace and proximity of unconditional love and selfless oneness respectively.

Gonyaul's mind was outpaced by his heart. Having danced with her, he understood love's true song. Having danced with her, he felt like he could control the tides. Having danced with her, he saw the heavens. Having danced with her, he held the world in his hands. Having danced with her all fear ceased to exist.

The melodious tune from the sky faded into the distance. She lifted her mouth next to his ear and her luscious lips dripped sweet nectar-like whispers, about to say her name. Gonyaul's eyes were closed awaiting in sweet anticipation what she was about to say. The chambers of his heart were made ready to let her name echo forever inside.

Yet suddenly he was alone again. His eyes opened in surprise. There was nothing but mountains at the edge of plains of tall grasses as far as the eye could see in all directions. Gonyaul once again saw the graceful deer darting through the landscape with the sun glittering on its back reflecting blonde highlights.

Gonyaul was about to speak, to shout out his gratitude for their meeting and the dance they shared, but before he could ....

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Gonyaul woke. It was just a dream. Of course it was. He could hear the others calling to him to get a move on. When he sat up he paused and turned bright red. Looking down he realized that his long skirt did little to hide his "excitement".

Calling back, with an embarrassed tone hitched in his voice, "Just second ...".

He needed some time to cool off before joining the others.