Dream mof love
Iím sitting on a white sand beach; the water is crystal clear with gentle waves. I can smell the warm ocean breeze with a tint of wood smoke in the air. Iím on an Island, Iím not complaining I love it but how did I get here. It is way too real so it canít be a dream but I seem a little fuzzy. Not sure whatís going on but got to check it out further. I hear my name; voice is familiar but canít place. I cannot see her face. She places her hand over mine with her slender fingers gently squeezing my hand, and whispers in my ear ďItís ok Iím here nowí, like a wave of warmth flowed through me an unbelievable feeling of love. I know that voice I know those fingers why canít I see her face. Now a phone ringing very loud, everything disappears. I woke up it was just a dream after all, the phone call was just a wrong number. But why did I have to wake up when I was just about to figure how I got there. 444 were the numbers on the clock and no way am I able to get back to sleep now though it would be fantastic to get back in that dream but I know better. So I better write some of this down before I forget.
Itís 8am now my mind is racing not sleepy at all. Trying to analyze the realness of the dream and where it came from. And I have a stiff neck and shoulder to go along with the mind rush.