ephemeral

i want to hold your hand, whoever you are.
electricity waves streamed your thoughts and fingertips to mine.
i've met you before, in lucid dreams.. a couple of times.
you were nothing i had thought of, but you were so perfect.. even when your eyes bubbled like a cuttlefish.
those strong arms kept me safe until i woke up.
dark eyes twinkled, even in the dimmest of fading lights.
soft lips smacked my fading skin; and..
i gripped all of it so strongly when i landed to my home planet.
my heart misses you..and the other you; any of you, really.
no one holds me here like you did. ..you appreciated every inch of me.
i'll find all of this again.
however, ..not through classified ads, ..just through starry lenses and clumsy phalanges.

Ouch

Stagnant water, she is replaying reels of a mystical man with costumes and lights. Eyes locked on the screen, following his piercing gaze, and the untamed locks of hair, she listens to the soothing growl of his voice. Her heart bursts, as she can still feel the warmth of his hands and radiation from his core. Little pout quivers, and salty streams run down her petal face; it hurts to breathe.

Ephemeral, everything is fleeting. Trust. Love. ...the intimacy. But, the memories always stick.
He'll never know what he did to her.

Come With Me (Another Lucid Dream)

Wandering through a hazy environment, I am not too sure of what is going on. 

Nothing seems to connect. 

However, like a bolt of lightning, something clicks, and I realize that I am in a dream. 

At that moment, whichever character I am with, transforms into an idealistic, tattooed man in his 30s. 

We are lying in a bed, and I am cuddling the way I normally do in real life. 

My arm is draped over his chest, and my leg engulfs his body like a koala bear. 

I hold onto him tightly; and I swear.. I can feel how muscular and warm he is. 

My lips kiss his cheek and his neck, and I whisper to him...

"Hey, I know it isn't possible, and this is actually the first time I have asked this in a lucid dream, ...but, will you please come with me? ..to the waking world?"

He smiled and shook his head. He said that he simply couldn't. I felt so sad, especially when he told me what I would be waking up soon. 

Somehow, he knew that I was a kinky-kind-of-girl.. so, to cheer me up, we had a very short-lived episode of fun.. before I faded away again. 

I always look forward to every romantic encounter in my lucid dreams. 

Two lucid dreams...

This morning, I experienced two lucid dreams, as I was in and out of sleep.
Both were romantic, but the second one was layered.

I can only remember bits and pieces of the experiences, but both lovers were unique in their own way.
A skill I have developed is sensing when consciousness is approaching.

In the first lucid dream, it seemed that, instead of me dying near the end, he was instead..
As our time was drawing near, his face began to melt off, starting with his left eyeball (this was after our shower together).
I mentioned it to him, and he said that he knew. He knew that we would be fading away soon.
It was different to see him dying, instead of me.

The second lucid dream presented me with such a handsome man- a ginger with deep, brown eyes, and muscular arms that held me so well. He told me that he had just had a birthday, and that he had just turned 23. I asked him if he was okay with an older woman. He did not have a problem with it, and he found me to be very sexy. With such an attractive lucid dream partner, there was more physical engagement involved. But, as the end drew closer, i clung to him, treasuring our special encounter. It's so strange that I could feel how firm and warm his arms were around me.

I had woken up into another dream, but just for a little while. Shortly thereafter, I was fully awake in the conscious world again. I miss them already.

Romantic Lucid Dream (The Series: III)

This is my third romantic lucid dream within the last three years.
It may have been Samuel again because, since the first time I had been with him, he had told me that I may see him again, but in a different body.
In the lucid dream that I have recently woken up from, I had been cleverly battling spirits and demons. I say "cleverly" because, since I knew that I would not die, I fought them with make-out attacks. That's right- I lunged at the demons, threatening to make out with them. It was working until one of the spirits had turned into a handsome man in mid-kiss. It had shocked me at first, but I decided to go along with it. I was in a lucid dream, after all.
I remember telling him that this was going to be short-lived, as dreams tend to be no longer than 5 minutes in the waking world. He understood, so he held me and kissed me softly. I asked him for a piece of gum because I did not feel confident about my breath. He smiled, and obliged with my request.
After what seemed like no time at all, I could feel myself crying in the dream. He asked me what was wrong. I told him that lucid dream lovers are always better than the ones in the conscious life. He sighed and smiled a little at me.
I could feel myself starting to slip away, as he held me in his arms, like I was dying within them. Looking up into his eyes, I whispered it again "Lucid dream lovers are always better than the ones in the conscious life."
I woke up, and I was alone again.

Kiddo is a Solo Act

Once in a while, I think it is such a shame that no one has swept me up from earth's terrain to be theirs. Since I was a child, I have dreamed of being abducted by an alien male, infatuated with my organic and bionic anatomy. I have even grown my hair out to the longest of pigtails. Not only that, the knobs of my irises have turned to the purest of jaded greens. I painted my pout a rosy pink, and lathered my skin in rich, luscious oils. A pre-adolescent voice calls out to the sky, screaming to be carried up steps to a UFO...especially when i gaze at monthly meteor showers.. Until then, my nimble fingers write, draw, illustrate, and paint.. i paint my dreams. I paint anything I want to...

Yours

Is it possible to miss someone I have never met? Well, goddamnit, of course it is.
Unspoken words caress your ears in dreams. My green eyes faintly sparkle in your imagination.
What color are your eyes?
If I were a photographer, I would capture your irises within milliseconds. As a painter, I would divulge each hue carefully with the softest acrylics.
Your fingertips are aggressive, yet delicate, gliding across this cybernetic terrain.
With every bite of my lip, my gears spin wildly. My system has been aching for a new, experienced technician.
For the procedure, please dress me in only combat boots, electrical tape, eyeliner, and pigtails. For you, please charm me in a black suit.
My eyes will remained closed until you awaken me..
Xx