Comments, another dream.

Last post's comments were mainly centered on how unfocused and poorly written it was. I agree. I had a terrible night for a variety of reasons and tried to write about something I was clearly not in the mindset for. I'll try for a better post later. For the moment I have another dream. Elements of this dream tie into older dreams so I will elaborate on them now. This dream is not for children or people offended by sexuality or violence.

Early in the study of my dreams I discovered a reoccuring theme. Several of them to be honest. A high steel tower in a lightning storm, Boxes of glass, trains, falling and even being lost. But the most puzzling and startling theme is the dark men. They first appeared after a vicious fallout with my old friends. Like I've stated before it was a major turning point in my life. The first is to me as vivid as anything I've ever experienced. I stood on the slope of a mountain. There was a woman with golden hair with me, she had a very strong aura of good and purity about her. We ran up the mountain hand in hand giggling and laughing. We came to rest on a ridge overlooking the city. I hear the snap of a twig behind me. I turn to see a man robed in black. He had a hood overshadowing his face and pale twisted hands.

It was really not an amazing dream by my modern standards. But for the time it was remarkable. The next night the dream changed slightly, the girl and I kissed in the woods beneath the moon. In the leaves I found a rusty old sword.
The next week another dream, and then another. Together they formed into a larger dream. They came to inspire me to my second serious attempt at novel writing. Although my skill had improved since that time I hadn't learned how to manage my willpower or time.

Recently the men in black have returned to my dreams. Wielding swords of darkness and snow. Glass and stone. A few nights ago I had what could be considered the best (or worst) of this vein of dream. A quick note: I did not use lucid dreaming consciously. All the lucid dreaming was a result of prior training. The men in black can die but become wraithes. The wraithes can be hurt only with a sword focused with energy.

I was laying in the forest on the hillside. All around me there were neat piles of leaves. I heard a creek in the distance and realized I was very thirsty. I stumbled over to the water and immediately stuck my face into the freezing water. I inhaled the water deeply and felt the cold shiver down my body. I pulled my head out of the water and turned my neck to the right. In a still eddy of water I could see the silloutte of a woman. Her hair was long all the way to the top of her knees and was quite apparently wet. I sat watching her silently. Afraid to move. Occasionally she would bend over and gather the cold water in her hands, then lift it above her head and release it. I exhaled sharply and a cloud of cold breath floated toward her.

With more grace then a thought humanly possible she turned her body toward me. Still no more then a shadow she beckoned me with her hand. I stumbled toward her awkwardly at first. Then I pulled myself up and walked toward her stiffly. She held her arms out for me. I stopped just before her and kicked my shoes off at a nearby tree. She took a step out of the water and onto the carpet of fallen leaves touching my arm with her hand. I could see her better now. She was very skinny and had pale white skin. She was about my height and had a very soft grasp.
She moved her right hand to my chest and became to unbutton my shirt. Her warm breath fell across my shivering body. Within seconds my shirt fell to the ground beside me. She came close to me, her nipples barely touched my chest and instantly I was aware that I was now very erect.

She smiled and finished undressing me. Tugging at my hands she dragged me into the woods.
She kneeled by an old gnarled oak tree. Mezmorized by her beauty I simply followed her. She didnt stand but instead ran her fingers down my body. Each time she passed I grew more and more excited. No longer content with her hands she began to lick me. Slowly at first and stopping occasionally to kiss my body, she worked from head to toe and back again. Taking long stops at every point of interest. Her touch was driving me mad. I couldn't control myself any longer and pushed her down against the cold ground. Our bodies entwined in a glorious embrace. She kissed me on the lips and tilted a bit to open her mouth. I felt like I was melting into her lithe body with each new kiss.

Her breasts were small but warm and soft against my body. I broke away from our embrace to admire them a moment. Putting her arms around my neck she dragged me back to her lips. Unable to fight it I gave in to her. We disappeared in a flurry of fallen leafs. Rolling in our tight embrace she emerged on top of me. I didn't realize at first that I was already inside her. She smiled and gently rocked her body against mine. Time seemed to stop as she went. I felt no lust but a sense of contentment to be inside her. The gentle jiggle of her breasts with each thrust was as natural as the moonlight on our bodies. our hands locked together and embraced me again. We rolled in the leafs once more. Each roll was its own thrust and we never stopped our pace.

Somewhere far away I could hear the hooting of an owl. As if on cue she pins me down again and pushes against me harder. Undaunted by her show of force I make myself stand. Holding her body in my arms I maintain the pace we set earlier by lifting and lower her body.
She seemed maddened by his and shifted her weight forward. I nearly trip and over compensate falling forward into a maple tree. If she was hurt she made no signs, instead she used the tree as a brace to push me harder. Unable to fight her anylonger I fall backwards. She keeps going over and over again. I can feel the energy crackle between us, like an approaching storm the air was charged with it. Finally she releases and falls limp beside me.

We both lay there in the leafs watching the moonlight fill our grove. I dress myself. My lover is asleep when she fell smiling. Beside her I notice my sword. It's a katana with a blue scabbatd. Etched along the scabbard are ocean waves and seagulls.
I admire the sword and the woman for awhile. She awakens after awhile and kisses me.
We sit in the darkness together not saying a word. It felt as if words would destroy how sacred the moment was. I felt butterflies in my stomach looking at her blue eyes.
We looked at each other for a long time, occasionally I would glance at the blue sword at my feet.
She dresses herself eventually, I watch in awe . Every move she makes is graceful and natural.

She turns her head to the darkest part of the forest. I looked where she looks. I see nothing but trees and darkness. Out of the darkness there is a thin line of blue light. A sword reflecting the moonlight matches toward me. My lover doesn't seem concerned. She sits down and lays her head on my lap. I can hear in the woods the shadow men are looking for me. But it seemed like we moved farther and farther away from them. I felt at an incredible peace with this being of nature. I get lost staring into her eyes. Before too long I am entralled by her. I watch the strands of hair fall to place when she moves her head.

The men in black do not stop looking. I can see torches now. A small fire in the grass. then another elsewhere.
I'm angry at them. I stand up with the blue sword. My maiden tugs at my shirt, in her eyes I see a mixture of concern and resolve. She doesn't say a word as I walk into the woods.
The men in black are clustered up around what appears to be a wounded animal of some sort.
I whisle and they turn to face me. There were about 7 of them with swords. the 8th had only a torch.

They fan out around me and I hear the rustle of more far behind me.
I charge the first with an iiajitsu neatly removing his head. They close in around me like a steel trap. I smack the first to reach me with the blue scabbard. Flicking my sword into an easier to manage one-handed stance I parry the first blow from the right.
The torch man comes up behind me at the same time as they others. I smack him with both scabbard and sword. Then I let the scabbard fall to the earth.
I swing my free hand to the hilt of my sword and switch into a top-to-bottom guard stance.

3 of the men with swords of ice charge in trying to get under my guard. I step back and lower my sword from guard to thrust. All three fall to a rapid overhand thrust.
They all came at me at once. I drop all defense and attack each as he moves into range. I drop a few more. Soon each is dead. I have a wound at my side.
I walk backwards for awhile trying to find my lover. I come across the grove where we made love but it seems undisturbed. I remember looking for her after that but I could not find her.

I toned down the details on this story quite a bit. It's actually very rare for me to have a sex dream and even more rare for me to remember.