This dream gets a little intimate but what the hell. No one really reads these blogs anyway. I write them mainly for myself. I dreamed about my sweetheart, Haki, she is Algerian Berber and French, and she lives in Madrid, Spain. My sweet girl has thick dark hair and sultry black eyes and she is a real beauty!
In this dream I see Haki in her bed she is under the sheets and crawling toward me and she whispers she loves me, and misses me. She takes me to a place of history near where she lives. We walk hand in hand up the remains of an old Roman brick road. We come to the crest of a hill and there is a remnant of an old stone wall that is crumbling. There are layers and layers of old and new graffiti on the wall. The ancient Romans wrote protestations of love. The more recent layers of graffiti are written, with the intent, to insult their memory and assault the senses of the modern viewer. Haki, says to me, "Sometimes, it is not good to put up your public declarations of love along the highways, and the byways of life. They can be trampled upon by the profane!"
So true my love! The dream is a metaphor for how our romance has been received by our friends and family. Many are cynical and some are jealous. They doubt every aspect of it and expect it to end badly. It is, admittedly, a near one year long, long distance relationship via Skype. The odds are against it from succeeding. Yet, I remain buoyantly happy and optimistic despite all that. The plan is to fly over to see her at the end of January 2013 and visit her for seven days. She bought the tickets. It will be the trip of a lifetime.
This whole thing feels like some kind of modern day romance novel. I keep pinching myself to see if I am awake. I am desperately trying to moderate my emotions and expectations, and keep my wits about me. I am a grown man, I tell myself, not given over to flights of fancy.
For months now Haki and I not only talk on Skype, but also, in our dreams as well. The online conversations carry on over into my dreams and in hers. We often know what the other is thinking or is going to say. There were a couple of dreams where Haki visits me in her astral body and comes to lie in my bed with me. I believe the sheer emotional energy generated by her desire enables her to do this and she is unaware of how powerful she is becoming.
Today, I tell her the story of a dream I had concerning us before the 2012 Christmas holiday. I had been buying lottery tickets in the vain hope of wining enough money to buy the plane tickets to go see her and bring her to the United States. In my dream I seek out help from my guardian angels. I see there are five or six of them in a huddle discussing whether to help me win or not. They said that this would not be helpful and would do more harm than good for me. I pleaded with them for the chance to prove them wrong. Finally, they relented and said, "If this is your heart's desire then here are the winning numbers....". They read them off. The memory of these numbers starts to fade quickly after I awake up, and I try to record them. I cannot in the end say, with any certainty, if I actually recorded them correctly, and in the end throw them away. I decide to trust, in faith, that the angels were right on this score and not use them. Well, it seems the rest of my life is going to be one of more hard work with occasional setbacks, and rare triumphs. Rather than a life of leisure.
Perhaps the angels have taken some pity on me and have blessed me with love instead money. It might explain the uncommon way this is all turning out. I have never been lucky in love. Your typical American would choose the money I am quite certain. We will see, eventually, if I have chosen wisely.
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