Cold wind,
Heart ache,
Freezing hand,
Then the blue eyed man...
I could count the times I had had the dream of the blue eyed man. It always went like this:
Cold wind passed by my face outside of my village in Italy. Bright lights from the village reflected in the lake in front of me. My legs were dangling off of the small dock that I was sitting on. For some reason, I was wearing a small light blue tank top and jean shorts. Snow was falling down onto my bare arms, freezing them in all of the areas that they touched.
I turned around mindlessly. A woman was standing there. She had slick brown hair that fell to her waist and dark hazel eyes. She was thin and slinky with a few freckles spotting her face. She looked angry for some reason. She hit me across the face with her freezing hand, plunging me into the icy water.
I swam upward, but when I hit the surface, I couldn't intake any breath. I was gasping for air, but it wouldn't come. A man ran up to me, and pulled me out of the water. He placed his lips on mine, and blew air into me. My lungs were cleared, and he stopped blowing. Instead, we were kissing.
I didn't know why I was, but I was. It was hot and sexy all at the same time. His steady hands were running down my spine sending chills throughout my body. My hands were resting on his waist, and I playfully bit at his lip, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. We continued showing affection... but then he let go.
His eyes were so blue, and wonderful. He was perfect with his slicked back blond hair and blissful blue eyes. I really couldn't wish for anything more. His hand caressed my cheek and then he ran off. I blinked before realizing what I had done.
I ran speed back into the village. I found my house and ran up to the door and threw it open. My two brothers were sitting at the table. One had something that looked like blood dripping from his head. The other one was crying. The one that was crying turned around, and advanced to me, "Never deny the blue eyed man," and my dream faded away.
Inever understood what that dream meant, but I have had it at least seven times now, each time the exact same. All I knew was that the dream was perverted in so many ways, it was unreal.
All I knew was that I had seen that blue eyed man before, somewhere. My soft blankets were rubbing against my skin. The sun had not started to rise yet, so there was light moonlight reflecting into my room, turning it blue. I sat up with my legs crossed. My hair was messily arranged around my face. My eyes were opened slightly. The house was quiet except for my steady breathing. I would go and see if I could find the blue eyed man in the morning, but now it was time for sleep.
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