Faceless and Priceless

As dreams often are, this one was incoherent and I remember very little of it except for the truly meaningful part that left me hurling towards the beautiful countryside.

The feeling of fear gripping your innards and twisting them into vile directions took control of my stomach as I seemed to glide effortlessly and quickly over the glade side. But don't take this the wrong way, don't misinterpret me, and don't think that I hated it. Not at all; in fact it was the most amazing experience I've ever felt in my entire life, even if it was just in my dreams. It was a tangible dream you see, where even the imaginative grass between your toes feels more real than the sheets around you in bed.

The breeze was sweeping into my lungs, refreshing my very being from the inside out. I had never felt so awake and so at peace with the world. I had never felt so immortal in my life, and it had to be real because it all felt so real. My fear of heights existed but they were so minuscule. The constant presence of my fear drove all reason for the fear away. Its not that I became numb to the fear because it was ever present, I found comfort in the fear of falling for the simple fact that I hadn't fallen yet. You see I was still flying, soaring through the glade side, brushing the grass with the tips of my fingers, skimming the surface of the water breaking the mirror-like reflection. So you can see, there was no need for me to fear falling anymore. I began to enjoy the binding sensation that had control over my stomach, it felt comforting; like a constant reminder not to get too cocky.

I've been here before, this beautiful scenery. The blazing sun, the crisp wind, and the clear sounds of this bi-realm. I've visited this Oasis world once before in my dreams. The plot is fuzzy, but the feelings were the same. This inexplicable lifting feeling of pure bliss that I can only dream about experiencing in the real world. I've touched this grass, smelt this air, breathed in the wonder, and felt the cool water, and it still felt amazing, more so even.

Then his sweet melodious voice drifted into my ears and for the first time in the euphoric dream I turned my head around. He was faceless, nameless, and as far as I'm concerned, he was my priceless possession. I thought after the day in the park on the bench, my head on his lap, I'd never see him again. I thought he had disappeared on me for good, and I'd never feel that incomparable amount of hope ever again. But that's the beauty of him, he's unpredictable, imaginative, surprising, and wholly amazing, and he came back. Not only was I able to visit my beautiful paradise, soaring awesomely through it, but I got to share the experience with him.

After my senses came to, I noticed our hands were intertwined and that we were both soaring through the mountaintops, rising higher and dipping towards the rivers and springs. He was speaking to me, but the words ran right through me, as if they were the wind themselves, removing all impurities from within me. His face was still non-existent and I never even bothered to ask his name. Even if I did his name would only ruin the wondrous mystery of waiting for him in the real world.

So we soared over the scenery, our bodies merely inches away from the sweet green grass, crystal blue water, and smoky green trees. This was bliss; the knot in my stomach, the air rushing through my lungs, his hand in mine; faceless and priceless. I await to return to my paradise, I await for your next visit into my life. I await for the day when you permanently enter my life in the real world; where we meet. Till that day comes, I'll be flying over the glade sides waiting for you.

You who are faceless, nameless, and priceless to me.