The mist is lifting, like it always does.
I see myself walking, it appears as if on a city street.
Everyone is walking the opposite direction.
They don't seem to notice me opposing their movement
or the placement of my third person visual, like usual.
Time seems to slow, everyone else slows to a stop.
I keep moving onward, backwards.
I can't seem to place a finger on where i'm headed.
There are buildings all around but not one of them strikes my interest.
I recognize a few people facing the other direction but the other me seems not to notice.
I'm stuck watching myself go backwards, annoyed, and confused.
I move around to the front side of me to push myself to a stop.
Not exactly simple when you have no real body
but it wasn't my body that I needed.
Over my own shoulder I see her, in a red dress, trying to catch up with me.
The other me doesn't seem to notice, instead it's lonely world continues to drag me away.
But she's there, grabbing my arm.
Turning me around and wrapping her arms around me.
She stopped me, no one else noticed but her.
Instantaneously the other me is removed from the world of plunder
wrapping my arms around her in return.
Together we continue to walk up stream, and time returns to normal.
That's when I wake up, typically, and the dream happens again
but usually it's more realistic.
A more realistic view point.
A more realistic movement of time.
And a more realistic end...
http://tadlysmusic.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-make-you-love-menick-of-time-bon.html
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