He kneeled in front of me, put his forehead to mine, and then wrapped his arms around me. I still felt as if I was waiting for him to say something, but instead, he kissed me. One small kiss led to another, and then we were kissing passionately. I pulled him to me, and he pushed me back onto the floor.

For some reason, I started crying, and he kissed my tears. I closed my eyes, and he kissed my eyes, forehead, cheeks, and then lips again.

I pulled him as close as possible, but it didn’t seem like enough. I slid my hands underneath the back of his shirt, and fel his skin, and I could feel his heart beating. He put his hands underneath my shirt, and I could feel the warmth of his palms on my stomach and chest.

I suddenly had the feeling that we weren’t alone anymore, and I noticed that there were people beginning to walk by. E. sat up, and pulled me up, and we sat there holding hands as the people continued to walk past us.

I was still waiting for E. to say something, but the noise of the crowd was growing louder, so when he said it, I didn’t hear him. I asked him to repeat it, and he laughed at me and shook his head.

I stood up and turned around to look out the window, and when I turned back around, E. had disappeared into the crowd.

As the dancers started to dance, I tried to sit up, but E. wouldn’t let me up. I started laughing at him and told him to be serious. He whispered in my ear “I am serious!” I tried to wiggle out of the blanket, but he wouldn’t budge, and so I just laid there and tried to view the dancers. Finally, I said “E. the people are watching us.” He whispered “I don’t care, you’re my wife.”

Eventually I was able to see the dancers enough to judge, and when the contest was over, E. and I left. We went back to our! house, and we were online on the website where we are moderators. I was trying to answer a call for a moderator, but E. was standing behind me, kissing me on my neck. I again told him to be serious, and he said he WAS being serious.

I’ll not go into details, because this dream was fairly…graphic, but this dream ended up in our bed. I didn’t want to wake up.

I looked back towards the water, and tried to see it through his eyes, but the water was moving so swiftly, that no matter how much I tried to see the beauty, I was still frightened that I might fall in. I turned to ask him a question, but he was gone. I saw that there was a path heading into a small wooded area, and I thought he had probably gone that way. I was suddenly very cold, and I was shivering, and I remembered that I had left my sweater in the car. I was momentarily torn between going to get my sweater, and continuing to look for E., but decided I would rather find him first.

I could tell that I was a good distance away from the river, because the sounds of the water were soft and muted, and I could hear the night sounds of the forest. I saw E. in a clearing, standing in front of a large bronze statue. As I got closer, I realized what the statue was, and it suddenly dawned on me where we were. Then, I tried in earnest to explain why I was so afraid of the river, but he still thought I was afraid of him.

I took his hand, kissed his palm, and told him I was never afraid of him. He hugged me, and I could hear his heart beating in his chest.

The river in this dream is the Arkansas River in Webbers Falls, Oklahoma. I’ve never been there, so I’m not sure why I dreamed it. The statue in the dream is the memorial at the site of the bridge collapse that killed fourteen people in 2002. I had the opportunity to watch this statue being created over a period of several months while the artist used space at the school I was attending. Other than the location of the dream being a real place, the rest of the dream seems to be symbolic, but I’ve not had the brainpower to try and figure it out.

A little girl came into the kitchen, crying, asking for her mother. I asked her what was wrong, and she said there was a monster outside. I picked her up and told her there was no such thing as monsters, but she was shaking like a leaf and insisted I go with her to the bedroom where she had been playing.

When we got to the bedroom, she walked to the window and pointed outside and said Look. I walked to the window and looked outside, and at first I saw nothing, but then some sort of large beast walked past the window. It looked to be a bear at first, but then I saw it stand up on two legs, and walk straight toward the window. I didn’t want to scare the other children, so I told them all to come with me, and when they were all out of the room, I shut the door and locked it.

All of the children went to find their parents, and I went to find E. I told him there was some sort of animal outside, and that the little girl had called it a monster. He asked me to describe it, and when I did, he seemed to know exactly what I was describing. He told everyone to turn off all the lights, t.v.’s, radios, and everything electronic. There was a lot of nervous laughter, but everyone did as he said.

After it was dark, E. took my hand and then began telling everyone else to stay together in the middle of the room. We could hear some sort of scratching sounds around the doors and windows, and even though it was dark, I kept squeezing my eyes shut. E. kept telling me that it would be okay, that it would leave.

One of the men had a small flashlight on his keychain, and without anyone knowing, he walked towards a window, and shined the light out. A split second later, a large paw or hand smashed through the glass and grabbed the man. E. and another man ran over and managed to pull the man away from the beast, but the window was broken, and we could hear that the beast was still there.

E. told us all to follow him, and we walked down a hallway into a bedroom in the back. We all crowded in, and barricaded the door. After the man had been injured, everyone realized how dangerous the situation was, and nobody made a sound. E. kept squeezing my hand, as if to tell me that everything would be okay, and eventually the cabin became quiet again.

The little girl that had first told me about the monster came to sit in my lap and said “I told you there was a monster.” I rocked her until we both fell asleep.

I think part of this dream came from a video I saw a few days ago, but the rest of it apparently came right out of my twisted subconscious mind. I’m glad to dream of E. as my hero for once.

The parents showed photographs of two beautiful blonde-haired baby girls, dressed identically, and then more photographs of the little girls as they grew up. The mother explained that the girls were very sweet children, and the father agreed and said that they were daddies girls. One of the brothers told a story about getting into trouble with the girls when he was very young, and the girls were about ten. The mother began dabbing at her tears, and when I asked why she was crying, she said that she wasn’t sure what went wrong, that the girls had always been so well behaved.

The dream sometimes seemed as if I was conducting the interview alone, and at other times it seemed as if I was viewing the finished product…like an episode on Dateline. We were shown pages from the girls criminal records, which began to paint the picture that the girls had begun to get into trouble at a very early age. They had both spent time in juvenile detention, and later in drug and alcohol rehab.

There were pictures of the girls growing up, and then pictures of them on their wedding days. Then the ex husbands talked about the troubles they had with their wives, problems with drugs and alcohol and infidelity. Then their children spoke about their mothers, and they were very emotional, and seemed protective, not wanting to say too much.

After the families spoke, the twins were brought in. They were both tall and attractive, one with shorter hair, dressed in casual clothes, the other with longer hair, wearing a dress. The one with longer hair was a bit more feminine, and appeared to have been crying. I asked them some questions, and the one with shorter hair seemed defensive and angry to be there, but her sister kept looking back at her family and seemed to be struggling with her emotions.

The conversation turned to religion, and when I asked if they felt as if God had brought them to this place in their life so that they could make a change, the one with shorter hair huffed and crossed her arms, but the more feminine sister began to cry and nodded. It seemed to be the first time that they disagreed, and they looked at each other and began to cry. The sister in the dress told the other sister “I’m sorry.”  and they leaned close to each other and began whispering things. They were murmuring kind words to each other, saying how much they loved each other, and then the sister wearing the dress said that it was time for them to be apart.

It seemed to be a very intensely emotional moment for everyone, and the sisters hugged each other and began kissing each other on the cheek. Both sisters were sobbing, and every person there, including myself, was crying as well. It felt like a very intimate moment, and something that would change everyone’s lives. The sister wearing the dress got up and took the hands of her two children, and walked out of the room, and a psychologist or counselor of some sort was brought in to talk to the other sister and her family.

I wish there was more to this dream, but at this point the dream ended. It did feel ‘resolved’, as if everything was going to be okay.

The cups didn’t belong to me, but seemed to be part of my job somehow. I was rather annoyed that I was being asked to perform this menial task, when I had far more important things to do. I didn’t want to complain, but I felt put out by the job.

The next room was some sort of large banquet hall, and there were people there counting chairs. There were to be 120 chairs in the hall, but I was to count 122 cups. The discrepancy was not explained, and I thought that I might only count 120 cups, that two extra wouldn’t make a difference.

I didn’t want my job performance to be questioned, so I finally counted 122 cups, and then returned to my office to finish my “real” job. I heard music and laughter from the banquet hall, and wondered if there were 120 people sitting and two standing.

I felt as if I was alone, although I saw several people that I knew. I realized that people were beginning to form several lines, although I wasn’t sure what the lines were for. A man that was standing near me turned to his wife and said “Something doesn’t feel right.” and I commented that I agreed with him. When his wife began walking towards the end of the nearest line, he looked at me and shook his head.

I turned to look towards the exit and noticed that more people were still arriving, and that nobody was leaving. I told the man that was still standing next to me that I had a very bad feeling. The vast majority of people were in the lines, and only small groups of people seemed to be questioning what the lines were for.

One woman walked towards us and said that she had tried to leave and that the police had stopped her. We agreed together that we should all leave, and as we started walking towards the exit, a siren of some sort began to go off. Several people began to panic and run, and the man that was with my group told everyone to just stay calm that everything would be okay.

I felt that everything was not going to be okay, and as we neared the exit gate, several men in military uniforms stepped in the way, blocking our exit. A woman in our group shouted “Should we panic now?” but her voice could hardly be heard over the sound of the sirens.

When I woke up, it was 3 a.m. and my heart was pounding in my chest. The fan just outside my bedroom was making a high-pitched squealing sound, no doubt the ‘siren’ I heard in my nightmare. My shirt was plastered to my body, and my sheets were wet with my sweat. I’m not sure what prompted this dream, but I never did fall soundly asleep after it. Election Day phobia?

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