Summary
Dreams, those elusive fragments of our subconscious, often slip through our fingers like sand. We grasp at them upon waking, hoping to hold onto their magic, but they slip away, leaving us with an ache of longing. Perhaps that's where she resides—in the realm of dreams, where reality and imagination intertwine.
She appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into where she came from. The only evidence that she exists is in my heart and mind where she will always live as long as I am alive.
When I awaken from sleep the memory of my dreams go away. I try to recover them to no avail. Even the dream I was having just before awakening from sleep has gone away.
And she appeared to me from a misty shadow. A misty shadow that appeared suddenly. Suddenly the misty shadow is here, and quickly the misty shadow is gone.
Suddenly she is here and suddenly she is gone. She has gone into a place where dreams form. She has gone into a place that was not here before.
She has gone into a region where only dreams reside. A region of forming dreams that vanishes when I awaken from sleep. A region linked to the hippocampus, the neo-cortex, and the amygdala where memories are stored.
Gone into a region where neurons communicate with aspiration and imagination, where there is the potential of infinite memory and where she will always live even when my dreams are seemingly forgotten.
In the ether or aether is where she lives as the first element or quintessence beyond the terrestrial sphere. Where she lives from remote times long before medieval science evolved. In this sphere she has always existed and will ever live.
In my mind she is the pinnacle of my dreams that are formed either when I am awake or asleep. I have no questions to ask because she is the total answer to any and all of my questions.
Therefore, her answers are always pleasing to me, giving me confidence for the present and the future. It matters not that she appears as a nebulous image created by my psyche and mentality because she is definitely not a delusion formed by wishful thinking on my part.
She appears, and she is real. So real that I can feel the warmth and the softness of her skin in my sleep. Even more, she has a delightful affect/effect on my mood and attitude. And then, she is gone leaving me with a wonderful afterglow.
This is because she exists in the delicate space between reality and dreams. So, she is not gone as long as I live and when I live no longer in the material sphere, I will be where she is, loving her for ever more.