Journal Entry 46

I dreamt of the women again. We were in a blue flowing field of grain perched on a cliff overlooking a yellow tinted sky. The sky was fading to red as a pair of twin suns set over a calm green ocean. We were holding hand and the wind through her hair made her look even more spectacular and radiant than I remembered her. Her skin was very tan and smooth and her lips were so full I almost ached to kiss them. I focused on her mouth as if I would kiss her and then she spoke. She thanked me for bringing her to this beautiful place and told me how safe she felt with me. She turned to look at me as if she was about to confide in me. She then said in a meek tone, they are all an extension of the father. I asked her whom she was speaking? She said the same creatures that haunt me hunt her. I was puzzled over what this was all about. Just then the bookshelf on my wall broke and the crashing books pulled me from my temporary paradise. Maybe in time I will come to understand what she was trying to tell me.