Wide awake dreaming

I had the strangest dream last night.

Bits and pieces remain scattered fragments in my memory.

I was walking, then I was running; running away from who or what I cannot say. Then someone held me, no someone grabbed me by the hand. I looked up and there was D. I leaned back in shock because it has been a while since I've seen , heard from or spoken with him. I wondered what he wanted, more so why he was holding onto me. I tried to move away, silently begging him to release me. He paid no attention to my silent tugs. I decided to go along, see where we would go. He was moving so fast. It was as if his firm hold on me, the tightness of his grasp was the only thing keeping me upright, to stop me from stumbling.

The dream shifted and I felt as if I were floating, walking but with the sensation of moving so effortlessly, it was as if I were tap dancing on clouds. I was by myself, everything was so quiet. I didn't know where I was. I looked around me, in all directions, no one was to be found. I realised I would have to go alone. I didn't know where I was supposed to go and how I would know when I had arrived. I kept walking, with some hesitancy at first, then as I kept waking I became content, enjoying being alone.

Then I felt a presence, someone was beside me. At first I couldn't see a shape, all I could feel was that presence. Then the presence took a form. I tried to see the face but all I could see was a body. A hand held me first by the shoulders, then both hands held onto my own two hands. The way in which I was being held prevented me from seeing the person. But somehow I did not feel afraid. Holding me, yet not too tightly, I was being led. I put up a mimicry of resistance but soon realised I was not trying so hard to resist. I was going along but I didn't feel afraid. Then I realised I was not being led so much as I was being pushed, gently prodded to go forward, to move in a direction in which I was being led but in which I felt I also needed to go. I tried over and over to see a face, but I could not see. I couldn't make out any features.

I was released and finally I could turn around. But even when I turned around I still could not see a face. When I turned around, a back presented itself to me. Above the shoulders was the shape of a head but no defining features to give me a hint. I saw shoulders, masculine, broad, solid. Hands held still by the side, firm not moving. Butt cheeks firm and solid, and nested between those cheeks, hanging out was what looked like a tongue. I saw calves, firm and calves; beautiful ankles. But the sight of a broad tongue swinging like a pendulum from between those cheeks once more distracted me.

I stood rooted, gazing; wanting to ask, but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and my lips could not move.