From: greg@oregon.uoregon.edu (Greg James)
Subject: dreaming of a liquid kiss
Summary: an occurence after a bizarre love triangle
Keywords: wicked, jungle, beauty
Organization: University of Oregon
Distribution: anything goes
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 22:02:02 GMT

	This is my very first submission, but I felt compelled to share a 
dream I had the other night that was, as you will witness shortly, very 
vivid.  It came to me after a bizarre love triangle that I had with a new 
lover and my best friend.  After having a sexual relationship with this 
lover for two weeks, I later discovered that my best friend had feelings for 
her and as a consequence so did my lover.  To make things short, they slept 
together.  Upon hearing this I was hurt and dismayed - and there is more to 
this story if anybody wants to hear more - but I have little time so I will 
just write about the dream I had after hearing the news of my lover and best 
friend.  Here it goes:
			Dreaming of a Liquid Kiss
	
	Sitting on a bare couch, afraid that I may have fallen into the 
mighty crevice of madness, I crouch at the sight of a friend I once knew 
disturbing my beautiful silence.  He is in the next room.  I pursue in 
overweighing the silence myself then by throwing objects all over the room.  
I pick up an ashtray first that was recently bought and smashed it against 
the wall in front of me, shaddering it into tiny dangerous pieces that shard 
into my brain as I think of the penetrating sting that each can give.  I 
grab a lamp, stare at it for a moment allowing the piercing illumination of 
the lightbulb inside to inhabit my eyes, blinding me, causing me to remember 
sad moments of the past.
	My friend continues to stir in the next room and no matter how hard 
I try to block him out with my distractions, he seems constantly to be 
hovering over me and my thoughts.  A red cape protrudes from his neck and he 
indeed starts flying directly overhead, giving the impression of someone 
enjoying life as he dances aimlessly amongst the clouds.  I hate him.  This 
act of his does not amuse me.  I capture a pillow from my side and fling it 
toward his head.  I have won.  Hitting him, he topples over head-first, 
downward onto the floor.  I want him to yell, scream at me in a multiple of 
strange obscenities.  I want him to struggle to grasp my body and choke me 
with his soft hands.  He doesn't.  Instead, he sits straddled to the floor 
in bewilderment to my actions, gazes at the culprit (which is I), and 
smiles.  A lovely smile, a wicked smile.
	He runs away hollering my name, expecting me to follow his trail of 
cape outside into the unknown.  This man knows no folly; he has me under his 
control even as I try to retreat from this cacaphony.
	I don't want this, and I know this is where I should not be.  But 
all of a sudden something happens.  I am somewhat hypnotized and even have 
to struggle just to remember to breathe or blink my eyes.  I seem to be 
floating into a jungle, a tropical wonderment where no one can do any harm.  
This is definitely not my place but I continue wearily through the dew-
splattered brush following the fluttering red cape in front of me.  
	*****This is just the first part, but I have to leave, so I will 
finish the rest later.  Hate to keep you in suspense.
--Greg
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