In the summer of '05, I dreamed that I was walking down my street in Southern Ohio at night. This wasn't too uncommon to be dreaming about, because at
fifteen years old, I often took midnight walks to clear my head and be alone. However, in the dream, a car passed me. I didn't think much of it, but
watched it warily in case drunken men decided to try to swerve to mess with me or catcall. The car slowed to a stop at the stop sign about fifty feet
away, the red eyes of its brake lights glaring in my eyes. But the car didn't turn or go straight. Instead, I watched the driver's door open...
...and a man stepped out onto the pavement. He ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorjamb, and rose out of the car. He turned, all
five-feet-seven/eight/ten inches of him, and he turned to look at me. He didn't speak and he didn't move. He just watched me. He had long, black hair
and his car was a black, two-door with a spoiler on the back. I've never saw a car that quite struck me as the same one.
Then, as we stared at each other, the man raised his arms in offering. My eyes widened in surprise, but then I felt an overwhelming sense of love and
protection. I ran to him, no longer caring that he was a complete stranger or that it was midnight or that I could be brutally murdered or worse by
the unknown man. Because I knew I wouldn't be - and not because it was a dream and I knew I was safe. Because I knew that this man was meant for me
and would fight for me. This man would never hurt me.
I woke up after the dream smiling, thinking how nice it would be to have such sweet dreams all of the time. Rainbows and butterflies and whatnot. Just
happy thoughts and feelings and ideas. I normally never dreamed or never remembered them, at least. So, when the dream recurred, I was surprised.
Well, the dream didn't exactly recur - the man did.
In the next dream, we may have been on a beach, just walking, hand in hand. In another dream, I snuck into his car because he wouldn't take me with
him. We stopped at a gas station and I remember getting a good inspection of the car. The seats were black suede/cotton or something. There was a
leather-encased gearshift. There was a sunroof/moonroof. In another dream, the one I dream most, we are beneath a large tree of unknown genus. I look
out to the horizon and see lush, green knolls rolling off into the distance. I see a winding, light-brown dirt path pass before our tree and snake off
over the hills until it disappears. And Taro (most likely /not/ his real name - I just get tired of referring to him as "the guy with the long black
hair" in my journal, lol) is always under the tree. Always.
So, beyond that I've been dreaming of a garden where I sit on a marble/stone bench before a fountain and wait for him. And then he's just there,
beside me, and I feel completely at ease again. As though I was on edge the entire time I was waiting for him, and all my tension suddenly drains once
I know this is real. I just want to know if anyone else felt any kind of connection with someone in the astral and, if so, may I please have your
account? Though I understand if it's too personal.
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29-7-2011 by LostGirl3612 because: further explanation