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You Don’t Know the Types of Dreams I Have About You

My Dream Types

Introduction

You don’t know the types of dreams I have about you, nor the surreal ways they unfold. In sleep, admiration, and desire merge, creating visions that remain private yet profoundly sincere.

Let’s Go

You don’t know the types of dreams I have about you. But I do. I relive every moment of them, sensuously filling in the gaps as I recall them.

My dreams of you are not disrespectful but they are erotic and sensory gratifying. They are dreams that can only be fully experienced in sleep where unnatural physical properties are realized.

I have seductive manifestations of you in my dreams that are physically impossible and logically ridiculous. But don’t be offended. Whatever I dream of you is full of my deep admiration of you. And I hope that this admiration is reciprocal in your dreams of me too.

You don’t know about the types of dreams I have about you. You don’t know about them because I keep them to myself. Not because I am ashamed of them. I keep my dreams of you to myself because they are only appropriate for me.

My dreams of you are private and not to be shared, even with you. This is because you may misinterpret and take them out of context. Understanding their superficial meaning and not exploring their deeper substance.

Rest your head softly on a cushion and think. Think about the way I engage and speak with you. And compare that to my dreams of you. Which do you think is sincere? My dreams of you or my behavior with you?

If you don’t know. I will tell you. It is both my dreams of you and my conduct towards you. Both are valid, having their unique place in my feelings and regards for you.

Of No Concern

Don’t be annoyed about my dreaming in a certain way about you. Think of it as a broader expression of my love. My expression of my love of you that is impossible to convey in our physical forms.

You don’t know, but if you press it, I will tell you how I dream of you. Try not to take what I say out of context or wrap them into something that is not there.

I dream of you in ways no daylight could ever permit. In sleep, the laws of physics bend, and desire takes on impossible shapes—seductive manifestations that defy logic yet feel truer than waking breath.

These dreams are not confessions I share, nor secrets born of shame. They are private visions, kept safe within the folds of night, because to speak them aloud would strip them of their substance, leaving only their surface to be misread.

Take a relieved breath. Don’t be concerned about the sleep visions I have about you. They are safe where they are, in my head. And in no way will I try to enact them when I am awake.

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The Night Sky

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

So wondrous is the night sky that is not effected by light pollution. You can see how small and how large you are. Small in the vastness of the universe and large enough to comprehend and experience it.

So close do the planets, stars, and galaxies appear that you feel that you can take them in your hand. That distance is merely an illusion that you can span with your fingertips.

The night sky that was there long before you existed and will be there long after you are gone. And yet it makes you feel eternal when you look at it. Admiring its beauty and its sense of being infinite.

As impressive as the night sky is, it is even more so when you have someone beside you to experience it with you. Someone to assure you that in the vastness of the night sky you are not alone.

Stars form and Stars explode. Yet, within the expanse of the night sky there is a life giving and sustaining planet that is your home. Your home among all the worlds and a companion to share it with you.

So awesome is the feeling of completeness as you gaze into the night sky unfiltered by light pollution. This is when you are most grounded to the universe and your planetary home. This is when you can fully appreciate how small and how large you are.

A fiery asteroid on a flyby disappearing softly into the night sky. So far away from its home. So bright and yet so alone in the stillness of the night sky. Reminding you that wonders are fleeting and to relish each moment you have.

Billions of years have come and will go. The night sky is not conscious of time. But you can perceive space and time which helps you appreciate how finite and infinite you are.

And unlike a falling star in all its brightness before it disappears. You have a companion beside you who will not suddenly appear and just as suddenly vanish into the night sky.

This is why only one of so many planets in the night sky gave birth to you. It lets you experience its place and yours in a universal home.

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As Little Pain: Balancing Joy, Growth, and Friendship

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

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Our goal is to cause as little pain and as much pleasure as we can. This is because we are not in this solely for ourselves, we have one another to consider as well.

This is not that either of us are towers of virtue or because either of us are selfless. It’s simply because we care for one another. We want each to see the other as pleasing and a comfort to be around.

A ring of fire is surrounding you and I and that fiery ring is called living life. One foot in and one foot out because life burns. So, softening life bruises is our joint purpose, especially when it comes to our interactions with each other.

A little pain is good because that is a learning and growing experience. Yet, undo pain is inappropriate and unacceptable given our joint purposes for one another. Which is living our lives in friendship and love.

Too much pleasure is not good as well, because too much pleasure can become exhausting and mundane. Just the right touch is what you and I strive for in our personal relationship and with others.

We strive for as little pain as possible in our relationship. We also strive for even more joy in our lives. This we both can achieve as we have the inner tools to make that happen. And this will happen regardless of the momentary ups and downs we experience because we both want it.

Our intent is for a common purpose that will elevate and enhance both of us. We want to add a delightful fragrance to our relationship. We aim to gain more maturity about ourselves and the worlds which we inhabit. We are always looking ahead. We only look backwards when there is a lesson to learn from doing so.

Our goal is to enjoy one another, joy our lives, and to live. What else can we do and should do in the fleeting moments the universe is giving us?

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I can See the Love

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

I see the love in his eyes. I feel it when he holds me close. At times, I wonder if I’m daydreaming—but I know I’m not. His love is too real, too personal, too near.

His love flows into me, becoming part of who I am. No dream is ever this vivid, this whole. Our energies merge until we are one—two souls, one mind, one force of love.

I can’t be dreaming. Dreams fade, but this love is alive. The sensations are too sharp, too powerful. No dream radiates such energy. It is an energy felt even without touch. This energy builds a fortress of love strong enough to awaken anyone from sleep.

There are no words, no notes, no flowers, no ribbons that express this. Love is seen; love is felt. It brushes my eyelashes, fills my lungs, and speaks mind to mind—beyond thought, beyond reason.

Still, I sometimes fear I’ll wake to find it was only a dream. But it isn’t. He is real, and so are our moments together. His love shines through him, into me. No illusion, no wish, no charm can create this warmth, this joy, this truth.

So, I let go of needless questions. I embrace the splendor before me. I see his love in his eyes. I feel it in his arms. And that is enough.

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Broken Sparrow

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Broken Sparrow: Perched high at the edge of a cliff is a broken sparrow. The sparrow is broken in the sense that its spirit is disturbed. Air flows from its life experiences disturb it. These flows restrict its ability to soar. It can’t fly in the wind as it is meant to.

The sparrow watches longingly at the vastness of its surroundings. It knows that the only limits to it are those it places on itself. Limits that hinder its movements and restrain a deeper understanding of itself.

With a song the sparrow chips, squeals, and whistles {see songs that sparrow makes), in distress of its self-imposed restraints. Self-imposed restraints are products of the sparrow’s learning and life experiences. Life experiences that the sparrow made for itself.

Then seemingly out of context of the sparrow’s current feelings of despair, the sparrow makes soft, contented warbles and chirps. These soft warbles and chirps are a sign that the sparrow feel compressed but is not defeated.

The air is life-sustaining. The ground and the water supply rest and food. The currents of winds are portals for mobility. And its wings, though battered, are suitable for flight. Wings of the sparrow that are suitable for flight with the right state of mind. The sparrow’s mindset ensures stability. It refuses to let a transient attitude alter its inherent disposition.

A pebble becomes dislodged above the sparrow and nearly smacks the sparrow’s head as it falls from the cliff. Instinctively the sparrow slightly moves its head out of the path of the pebble’s impending impact to its head.

For safety reasons, the sparrow did not watch the pebble. It is perched at the edge of a high cliff. The pebble continued its fall to the ground. The sparrow heard its impact. The sparrow contemplates the event thoughtfully. It realizes that an instant is all it takes for everything to change.

The sparrow looks out into the distance and flutters its wings. Dust is produced when the sparrow flutters its wings. With effort and persistence, it can gradually wear away this cliff and the mountain that supports it the sparrow thinks.

The insistent sounds of chips, squeals, and whistles showing distress are now gone. They are replaced by a chorus of soft warbles and chirps. These new sounds show a renewed confidence in the sparrow’s ability to improve its situation. Improve its circumstances for the better, taking hits as they come while delivering its blows.

With a leap, the sparrow frees itself from the edge of the cliff. A wind flowing into all possibilities catches the sparrow, and it soars.

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