SOUL WHISPERER

Was it a dream or did it really happen……?

His breath on my skin and his soul combined with mine. Not wanting the moment to end, I held on stronger and made love harder. Never did I ever believe in something so much. God had brought us back together and the faith of everything working out was never doubted. Twenty-thousand minutes, ear to ear and heart to heart, meant something didn’t it? The tears, the memories, the intimate conversations had to mean something right? Evidently not.

As the tears fall on my laptop I am left to believe that it meant nothing. The comfort of family and friends can only go so far. It is nights’ like this when I am forced to face the truth on my own. I don’t ever recall crying this much. What hurts even more is to think he doesn’t even care. If my pain could speak, then I would write a letter that I would never send.

I had a dream a few nights ago. I was washing dishes and the sink began to over-flow with water. The kitchen was symbolic somehow because there was this glow that lit up my dream. There were mango’s on the counter and I don’t recall even eating a mango since I was in my late 20’s. Water was everywhere and then I could hear a radio of a song I wrote 17 years ago. I looked over and saw a cassette fall into onto the floor into the water. It floated there for a second then disappeared, perhaps sinking into the inch of water that flooded the kitchen. The smell of chocolate and peanut butter filled the air as I was led into a bathroom by a spirit named, Elandro? That is the best I could make of it. The chill factor set in and I could literally see my breath. Looking in the mirror above the sink it read, “”Miss You”” in red but it was more of a shadow VS. a marker or pen. I looked over and into the tub. The tub was full of water and Rose petals. Like an idiot I walked over and reached in. Assuming something would pull me in and eat me alive, I was surprised to grab a bag. It was a satin pink purse/bag with a sealed zipper.

When I opened the bag, I found a silver coin, a piece of paper, a cigarette, a piece of gum, and a ring box. I started to become restless. I turned around and headed back towards the kitchen. Breathless I saw a picture fall off the wall in the living room. It was a clock and it read 5:23 then the room went dark. Breathing heavily I walked a few step further and was in another room. I knew this because I walked into the door opening. Then it a spotlight came on. It was shining on a man, kneeling over looking for something. The unknown male figure was on his hands and knees looking for a pin of somekind. Then he noticed me. I wanted to run but couldn’t. He walked over and opened my hand and put a penny in it. He said, “find a penny, pick it up for this is your true very love. “ Then he shouted, 48 and vanished.

Remember that this is a dream. I wrote down what I could remember. Everything was so vivid and life-like. Creepy but life-like. Before I finally woke up I heard a male voice saying,”Believe in the signs.” Then I woke up. That was it.

I am not sure what to make of everything but I believe that everything happens for a reason. Even though I was frightened, I refer to the spirit-dream-person as my soul whisperer. I can’t conclude this because I am still trying to make sense of it myself.