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I was in love once, a very, beautiful, passionate, long burning flame, incenerating everything we had both known in our life before, and leaving us to build a new forest in which our hearts would frolic. It was happiness, in truth, for while it lasted.
I believe I've mentioned our story many times through, about all the demons running in our minds, and how we exorcised them out of each other, so I won't go into detail there, and I've also covered previously the move I made, seperating me from her, causing too much strife for our young hearts to bare. No, I only want to say that we grew apart, we lost it, at least for the time being. After the seperation, my mind was lost, sunken into its own depression, unsure of where to turn. Suddenly, much of life had lost its value to me, and though I could never turn sucidial, this was by far the worst depression I had ever suffered. I begain to run from myself, and the only sanctuwary I found was in sleep, where my troubled mind would be blanked out, as I had never before had a true dream, just random images appearing through a dense fog.
At my worst, at my bottom, it happened, the first half-lucid dream I had ever had. I was not aware I was asleep, but had my concious mind working, and could see the world around me as clear as could be possible. Traveling through the town at night, I found her, playing piano, singing a song (I lated discovered to be Seal Jubilee by Natasha Khan (had not heard this song at this point in my life, not important though, just something really odd). I stood at the top of the her stone pourch stairs, watching her through her open front door. I sighed in amazement, and she turned and saw me, and stared without a word.
"I'm sorry" I said, after a long silence, us staring at each other, and I begain to walk home. I heard a door squeek, and turned, and saw her, standing at her door step. "Can we talk?" I asked, unsure of what else to say. She nodded, and I came inside, and we talked. We feel so deeply in love that night, something even greater than what I had felt before with my previous lover. I left her house in the morning, returned to my home, and woke shortly after, my heart healed from months of pain and suffrage.
Now, what healed me here was knowing that I could fall in love again, that my love had not left forever, and that I could find someone else, something I was unable to see before the dream, however, the dream poses an important question to me: was that love?
1. was that love, spending one beautiful night with someone?
2. can you love a dream figure?
I suppose yes, to both. Simply because love isn't ever lasting doesn't diminish its effect on our life. No, a single beautiful night can change a man's life forever. And when you understand the science of how dreams work, and how our mind can't separate dream figures from reality during the fact, I see no reason to discredit that as love, though to some degree irrelevant and fictional.
I had a purpose for this thread, but it got lost hahahhaa. Oh well. This is just a rant I guess.
I was in love once, a very, beautiful, passionate, long burning flame, incenerating everything we had both known in our life before, and leaving us to build a new forest in which our hearts would frolic. It was happiness, in truth, for while it lasted.
I believe I've mentioned our story many times through, about all the demons running in our minds, and how we exorcised them out of each other, so I won't go into detail there, and I've also covered previously the move I made, seperating me from her, causing too much strife for our young hearts to bare. No, I only want to say that we grew apart, we lost it, at least for the time being. After the seperation, my mind was lost, sunken into its own depression, unsure of where to turn. Suddenly, much of life had lost its value to me, and though I could never turn sucidial, this was by far the worst depression I had ever suffered. I begain to run from myself, and the only sanctuwary I found was in sleep, where my troubled mind would be blanked out, as I had never before had a true dream, just random images appearing through a dense fog.
At my worst, at my bottom, it happened, the first half-lucid dream I had ever had. I was not aware I was asleep, but had my concious mind working, and could see the world around me as clear as could be possible. Traveling through the town at night, I found her, playing piano, singing a song (I lated discovered to be Seal Jubilee by Natasha Khan (had not heard this song at this point in my life, not important though, just something really odd). I stood at the top of the her stone pourch stairs, watching her through her open front door. I sighed in amazement, and she turned and saw me, and stared without a word.
"I'm sorry" I said, after a long silence, us staring at each other, and I begain to walk home. I heard a door squeek, and turned, and saw her, standing at her door step. "Can we talk?" I asked, unsure of what else to say. She nodded, and I came inside, and we talked. We feel so deeply in love that night, something even greater than what I had felt before with my previous lover. I left her house in the morning, returned to my home, and woke shortly after, my heart healed from months of pain and suffrage.
Now, what healed me here was knowing that I could fall in love again, that my love had not left forever, and that I could find someone else, something I was unable to see before the dream, however, the dream poses an important question to me: was that love?
1. was that love, spending one beautiful night with someone?
2. can you love a dream figure?
I suppose yes, to both. Simply because love isn't ever lasting doesn't diminish its effect on our life. No, a single beautiful night can change a man's life forever. And when you understand the science of how dreams work, and how our mind can't separate dream figures from reality during the fact, I see no reason to discredit that as love, though to some degree irrelevant and fictional.
I had a purpose for this thread, but it got lost hahahhaa. Oh well. This is just a rant I guess.
