She from the dream

 

It seems obvious that human dreams are just a segregation of human experiences, imaginations or thoughts in the subconscious, but how in such a case can we explain prophetic dreams or dreams that become a prison for people, and sometimes also a salvation. The dreams that haunted me every night couldn't be the product of my subconscious. They came from some alien source, from a realm I neither knew nor understood. The dreams that came to me left not only a mark on my psyche; they also devastated my body. Reality ceased to have any meaning for me, ceased to be important. Nighttime dreams came to the forefront of my existence. In my dreams, I was always in the same place, precisely at its center. It was a vast chamber; no matter how hard I strained my mind, I couldn't define its surface, let alone the material from which it arose; I saw them dimly, as if through a fog. She always appeared in my dreams. I didn't know who she was or where she came from, but she was calling me; I had no power over her. Not in this dimension. I couldn't fathom her nature. The only certainty I had was that she was beautiful. I could never recall her image after waking; all I was left with was the incredible memory of her arousing beauty. For long periods, she remained silent, allowing me to gaze at her and admire her. Finally, however, she decided to speak; her voice was incredibly warm and seductive; when she spoke to me, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I couldn't speak to her; her statements were so complete, my mind too limited to complete them, if that were even possible. We were always just a few steps away, but I could never approach her; I had the overwhelming feeling that if I approached her and touched her scantily clad body, she would melt beneath my fingers. So in each dream, I remained frozen in place, as if made of stone—and listened, captivated by her wisdom. In waking life, I could never recall what she was saying. I was unsure of my feelings for her. Perhaps it was a kind of "puppy love," blind and deaf to all fears and warnings of common sense. I was ready to do anything for her, just one word would be enough. My life so far, family, school, friends, ceased to matter to me. Only she became important. I looked forward to every meeting with her. She became my main goal in life, she took over my mind. My physical form became a wreck, all daily activities and contact with the real world became, for me, just an unpleasant necessity. I eagerly awaited the night. Soon I realized I wanted to be with her. Only with her. The next opportunity I decided to confess it to her. I didn't know if it was even possible, but it was my desire. I decided to tell her. The opportunity came the next night. I found myself again in a familiar room. As usual, she didn't keep me waiting; she appeared, even more beautiful than before. I looked her straight in the eyes. For the first time. I realized,That this way she knows my thoughts. I felt her intrusions into my mind, and I allowed her to do so. I couldn't resist her; I gave her my consent. Thanks to this, I didn't have to say anything; she learned what I wanted to tell her. After a moment, she turned her back to me and with inexpressible grace raised her hands. I looked at her in surprise, and before her something began to take shape, a moment later taking the shape of a luminous gate. Finally, she turned back to me and beckoned me. I followed her, through the gate, into a world I didn't know, but I wasn't afraid, for it was the homeland of my Lady from my dream.