very sensual, strangely lit, movie type dreams.
it's the strangest thing.
i was told some time ago that it was probably some manifestation of a need for sisterhood, a consequence of not having many female friends.
i've never been romantically interested in women, and i'm not now. so enjoying these dreams is something of a paradox.
her appearances are variations on several themes: she's always a cross between an african queen and a black power logo from 1960something. tall, dark, afro-ed, and sweet. she smiles at me a lot. our contact feels more like a journey than anything sexual.
i don't feel her kisses so much as i experience them. i don't touch her so much as i run my hands through a river.
i don't get it.
i suppose i don't have to.
maybe it's just me falling in love with myself.