Journal Entry 45

I dreamt last night of the blue/brown eye women. She was tall and blonde this time but those eyes are unmistakable. She was breathing hard as if she was running from something. I could hear what sounded like growling coming at us from all sides as if we were surrounded by a pack of starving wolves. She spoke to me; her voice was confident and soft. Her voice seemed to originate inside of me as if she was talking from inside of me. She told me not to look concerned; her brothers were not strong enough or wise enough to catch her. She said she would be watching and leaned over to kiss me. Her lips were soft and smooth and her eyes almost seemed to glow as if she was made of light and disguised her brilliants by containing it within her flesh. I woke up feeling pretty good and I cannot stop thinking of her.