Dream Maker

A beautiful dream which then turned into a Nightmare. What sort of dream was it? A nightly woolgathering, perchance?  

It has been said that the cold weather and this period of economic difficulties will remain with us far beyond the spring and like a living nightmare it will bring us unpleasantness and emotional intervals of fear which will disrupt our daily lives. On the subject of nightmares, I am not quite sure what happened last night in the middle of it while I was in bed in a state of sleep since I thought that I was having the most wonderful dream one could ever wish for. There was this most wonderful and beautiful specimen of a woman, I have ever seen in any of my previous dreams, lying next to me and as I looked at her I became wordless with wonderment. As we came into contact the dream became a very interesting one. She was perfect in every sense of the word and I offered no resistance to her charm for I submissively surrendered to her fancy as she chained me with her arms while inviting me to drink from the fountain of passion and vehemence which brought pleasure and gratification in tonnes to our carnal thirst. Indeed, it was christmas all wrapped up in a single night for it encapsulated and delivered far more than my expectations when I retired to bed that night. She came, gave and took nothing but my veneration. The beautiful dream soon, however, turned into the most awful nightmare at the point of much intense peak of the experience as my wife woke me up and demanded my attention.  "Go away", I muttered. I then became aware that it was just a dream which had allowed me to escape momentarily from the reality of my life. Indeed, my little dream had taken fly and my wonderfully fallacious, illusory fantacy (if it had not finished)  was all through then. The joy of having my dream woman by my side was something I had never experienced before and why in the world would I dream such a dream and not been able to whisper the words that say that I was so loving every minute of it - was well beyond me. It is not for me to get into an argument about the rights or wrongs of things on any issue but my beautiful Helen could have easily come off the ark of ancient Greece as I thought she was the same lady that launched a thousand ships at the drink before Troy was burned to the ground. I was hooked by the same charm that allured Paris to her and which took him and his brother Hector to their graves but that is another story since worse things happened ashore then. Nevertheless, I have had to trim my sails to meet the circumstances and follow a leading light away from tenterhooks and avoided chancing my arm from doing things against the rules for I am a married man and if I were to be caught writing this stuff I could end up in serious trouble with my incompatible other half. Hauling away from the penny-pinching times, leaving everything behind, plain sailing as I hope to land in dry land once I had swallowed the anchor and retired from the sea of troubles and anxieties that I have lived under in the time of my life in England, I said good bye. The door is still open as I find it increasingly difficult to have it all my own way but I am so frustrated with the lack of progress in the current economic climate. She inspired in me an emotional triumph, as she beguiled me of the ability to control myself and my actions with delight and fascination, which was strictly tantalising to experience with her in the middle of the night. Indeed, the most surreal secrets were revealed last night as my rational demeanour succumbed to indulgence of the mind as I took pleasure from my temporarily elopement with Helen.  A gargantuan tidal wave seemed to have hit my bed as it was in a total mess as rumpled and creased pillows rested over my dishevelled hair. I found myself in such state of confusion since my wife, who is never in the mood for anything venturesome, was still tucked in bed at the break of the day and I could not explain what, in the name of the almighty, I have gotten up to before the morning came.  It is nearly Chritmas and Helen has fulfilled one of my wishes which I thought there was not even the vaguest possibility of being fulfilled. Remorse, I have none since guilty pleasures they ain't for I have been given the cold shoulder far too often and made to waste perfect erectile functions as I have never been fond of solo performance and so alone in my loneliness with my thoughts at play I beckon for Helen and for the continuation of my wonderful dream.

P. Figueras