I had such an erotic dream, the sort that awakens you with hammering heart and heavy sweat, a dream you don't wish to leave.
I was visiting a large resort property owned by distant relatives. It was an unusual place with many floors and buildings of unequal condition. The buildings' architecture weren't clearly seen but visceral impressions of rustic, shabby chic, and America's 70s (with lava lamps and shag carpets in turquoise blue and burnt orange) fog the dream's remnants. Some of the rooms' layouts were peculiar. One featured an office space on the entry end and bedroom furnishings on the other, with a bathroom between them, in a sunken space, but there weren't any interior walls.
Most of the family were going off on an evening's outing. A handful of us remained behind. We decided we would have an impromptu television party, for up in one room in the 70s, the television still played news and programs of the day. We thought it would be fun to go up there and re-live the 70s.
But while we were up there, a young, fair skinned and dark haired woman approached me. She professed that she wanted me. I confessed that I wanted her as well. We began covert planning to meet together. Sometimes we confirmed no one else was around and stole a quick, hot kiss. We continued on a secret mission to be together through the night and into the morning but our plans became a dream for the desire that was never realized.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com