From: swalter@nyx.cs.du.edu (DreamWeaver)
Subject: Re: Hello (turn your radio on ...)
Organization: University of Denver, Dept. of Math & Comp. Sci.
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 92 00:45:44 GMT


[Lis weaves one heck of an opener!]

> As DreamWeaver strolls outside enjoying the lovely day,
> he suddenly sees something flying above him in the sky,
> like whatever it is is hovering over him.

Look!  Up in the sky! (sorry, couldn't pass that one up...

> Under
> a solid blue sky, DreamWeaver and the Good Romantic Witch
> begin a lovely serene walk together, filled with dreams.

{Man, what an opener!  Sounds like I'm being prodded gently into another
tale ... and here's my latest work in progress...-DreamWeaver}

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                                "Steel Bars"
                             An Impromptu Dream
 
{DW Note:  As stated, this is _very_ off-the-cuff.  Normally, 
 DreamWeaver's stories get written way before he shares them 
 with ARCland ... aw, to heck with third person ... this is _me_.
 
 As I've been working today, Micheal Bolton's "Steel Bars" came
 on again ... and I stopped to listen to the lyrics ... I mean
 _really_ listen ... and feel ... and dream.  What follows is an
 attempt to turn the images I dealt with this afternoon into 
 something tangeable ... something real ...
 
 ... I hope you enjoy them. -- DreamWeaver}
                 
 
 Have you ever met someone who has turned your world upside down,
 inside out, and sideways with nothing more than his/her presence?
 Someone who--to others--may not be anything special, but you would
 crawl backwards over a mile of broken glass for them if they needed
 you?
 
 He stopped himself in mid-sentence, the pen still poised above the
 paper ... and laughed.  Crazy, that's what it was ... pure crazy.
 And, probably the worst opening for a romance story he'd ever come
 up with.  Crazy.
 
 And yet ... he felt his heart take over ... and once that happened,
 there was little he could do but follow it.  Yeah, it was crazy,
 but it was how he felt.  
 
 He looked over at his cats, curled up in front of the fireplace.  
 They didn't have a care in the world.  As long as they were warm
 and fed they were happy ... an occasional scratch behind the ears
 to reassure them that he was there and that's all they asked for
 from life.
 
 He wished he could be a cat ... at least then he wouldn't have to
 worry about much ... or remember ... and the memories came flooding
 back with a mixture of pleasure and pain:  cuddling before a
 dancing fire, champagne the night he flew back into town ecstatic
 from a business meeting to find her waiting for him, long walks ...
 long talks ...
 
 .... it had been too long.  Almost two months since he'd last seen
 her ... even longer since she walked out of his life ("... I don't
 see any reason to keep this friendship ...") ... and yet she always
 seemed to pop back in from time to time ...
 
 .... his concentration had been broken.  The phone.  Who could be
 calling at this time of night?  He shifted from tending the fire,
 scooped up the cordless and flicked the switch.
 
 "Hello?"
 
 "Hi,"  said a familiar feminine voice, coming at him light a bolt
 of lightning from his past.  "Whatcha doin'?" ...
 
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{DW Note:  This thread is starting to develop a life of its own,
 again ... I need to finish it ... but later.  I apologize if this
 comes off as one of my sadder dreams ... there are sparks of
 life and love in it that I can't get across in a first run.  I'll
 post the completed dream when it's done revealing itself to me.}
 
To those of you in love ... I wish you much more..
 
-DreamWeaver
 Eternal Romantic in Search of a Fantasy Fulfilled
 Official Dreamer, Yarn-Spinner, and Cloud Dancer of the RFA