Dear Katie...

History of Veshaw.

And Last night was SO full of dreams. I could swear, that from the moment I fell asleep, to the point that I awoke, was filled with dreams of her, and of me. It was not openly erotic, (Which kind of surprises me now, because dreams like that are common enough for me.) It was all about relationship though. -and of course, we HAVE no relationship (in that sense.)

The scene I most intensely remember: I was working my way... closer to her, trying to have her in my arms, and comfortable there. (Which is something I have thought about often enough, Golly Yes.) And I started at her feet. I was just holding her feet, and then, I slowly moved up, and embraced her legs. -and went on until I was hugging her properly. What was odd then, was that I thought, "Ach! But it's just a dream. This would never really work!" And then... this Voice spoke to me; The Narrator, or the Fairy Godmother, or the Divine Inspiration, "Yes: It Would work though; Her feet are her sensitive, her weak point. Start there, and you will have your desire."

Exactly like that. (though not in those words. It was that exact effect though.) And it was precisely the Voice that Knows.

This is what has shaken me. No: It was the continual dreaming, of only Her.

Another scene I remember, was a little more of a sexual nature: I was rationally, and analytically looking at her bottom. And I found that it really was quite nice, even taking all my prejudices into account.

Thinking about the sexual content, now, It seems that I Did touch her breasts... but never kissed her. -And don't ask where that thought came from, it's too early in the morning.

Anyhow... I woke up from this intense night of dreams, and saw her sleeping there across the room... and was just swept away by the feelings of it all. and I wanted to get up and... do something; Something to connect me with her. and... I decided to get up, and make her coffee, to drink in bed. (Her drinking; I hate the stuff.) She got up just a minute after me though, so that plan was busted. Then I had to deal with the reality, after having had the world of my dreams all night. and that was ... peculiar. And I felt disoriented. and She asked how I slept, then what was troubling me, to which I answered, "Very intense dreams." And do you know what she said?

"They're just dreams though."

Unfortunately, she might be right about that; they are not premonitions, Only dreams.