Temperance, or the square root of -1

Springfield OR

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Vacate et scire or Chapter 14, it’s a work in progress. « This is real? » he asks quizzically. « As much as anything is ever real » I reply throwing out my arms and a light laugh. He looks at me and holds his breath, unsure of what to say next. I focus my intent and pry into his thoughts, « What would make you believe this was a dream? » He thought, « You’d kiss me. » I laugh again, « You’d like me to kiss you. That’s an incredibly easy task. It hardly seems dream worthy. » « I thought you said you couldn’t read my mind, » he shot out backing up. « I can’t, » I retorted. « I read your face. I have kissed you before you ass! » Moving forward and pushing his shoulder, « And besides that’s what we’re usually doing in this space…» I gestured to the emotional parlor of my dreams. He didn’t say anything just drew his head down seemingly embarrassed by that. « Don’t worry, » I cooed. « I do it too; by the shameful look on your face—not as often as you. But I’ve done it awake too. » I winked, « So, I think I have you beat there. » He laughed, « I’ve missed you. » « I miss you too, » I replied matter of fact. « What happens next? » I shrugged, « You wake up refreshed and probably not remember any of this” « What if I want to? » he asked. « Want to what? » I said. « Remember » I drew in a deep breath. « Well…I can teach you some stuff. » To change/manipulate someone’s dream you have to know how to create. Here’s where that artistic bent comes into play in CRV. I have been blessed with many gifts but my passion for play is perhaps my favorite.