I awoke to the sun on my face
your soft breath on my neck
I felt you love you me
As I turn to you I breathe your air
and you breathe mine
It’s not selfish
because we are one
As we stare into each others eyes
And peer into each other soul
We slightly press closer
You gently brush those few hairs from my face
I smile slightly
as our lips touch softly together
Good Morning! ❤
Hi, I’m Misty! Welcome to PaintedDiva. Looks like I found something AWESOME to do tonight! Invited to a party and I get to stay in my pj’s. That’s my kind of party! I’ve already read tons of blog post through links on twitter and well I’m pretty excited. I’m a newby to blogging, started blogging a little over a year ago. I’m a 35-year-old (did I just say that) wife and mother. I am married to my highschool sweet heart but it wasnt always sweet and sometimes I wondered if either of us had a heart. Yet, somehow we have beat the odds or maybe we refuse to let the odds beat us. We have a 14-year-old teenager living in the body of our beautiful child. Ha! You moms with teenagers know exactly what I am saying. You too are wondering when your going to get your child back. Want to know what I do when I want to get the teenager out and spend some quality time with the child that’s really tied up inside of there. I just say these 4 simple words. You ready, here they go ” Give me the phone”. It works every time! I love being a mom!
I actually started this blog with every intention of selling my art through my site. I’ve not sold one painting,drawing, poem, or even a piece of jewelry that my mother makes (sorry mom, one day). Don’t get me wrong there have been some offers but I have not figured out how to put a price on my thoughts and feelings. I have came across so many neat individuals and I have seen so much talent. It was when my renewal notice came from my web host that I was forced to evaluate if renewing was worth it. Of course it was and you can read all about why I’m still blogging here http://www.painteddiva.com/renew-or-not-to-renew-february-marks-a-year/.
I don’t like to play favorites, I blog about whatever suites my fancy. I’m here to make friends, learn a little something, listen a little more, and figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Right now, I’m just enjoying being a NINJA!!
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I despise those dreams that wake you up crying! Those dreams that make you feel so real and like your heart truly broke inside of you. A lot of women in our family have had some dreams that have often came true and so dreams can really do a number on me. For my family reading this there was no red cars involved. For others reading this my dream was about some other person driving down the wrong side of the road and thank goodness it didn’t feel as though it was a high rate of speed in my dream. It was enough though. I could see this car coming straight at the black car that I was driving. It was almost as if I was to stingy to swerve in any direction away from the car because he was going the wrong way. I cannot recall now if the driver was actually a male but it felt like it. If that makes sense. It was as if he felt he was right and I felt I was right and no one was stopping and then came the head on impact. I can’t remember it as being how you would feel a typical adrenalin rush or a possible surge of pain with the adrenalin as you would if you were in a real accident. I mean, one outside of dreamland. What I did feel was alone, empty, and lost. There was no one there. Not even the other driver. I ended up walking to some strange off the wall gas station that basically seemed as though it was right there. I say off the wall because it was like a concrete bait and tackle shop with gas pumps. I guess it kind of reminds me of down south as I think this through. I didn’t feel like I walked far but the odd thing is that I had to ask to use the phone. Where was my cellphone? Why didn’t I have that? Why didn’t I even think of that in this dream? I didn’t call the police either. I called my husband. In my dream my husband wouldn’t come and didn’t care that I was in a head in collision, although, I don’t remember actually talking with him on the phone in the dream either. Oddly that’s when I started feeling pain. I found myself at some weird house in which tons of people seemed to be hanging out and some snuggled in. Like they all belonged there and it was normal for all these people to be in this house and in all these random rooms. I can recall that it is dark outside so I guess that they were tucked in or getting ready for bed makes about as much sense as the rest of this jacked up dream. I found my husband there. Actually, I didn’t see him because the room I walked into, I could see and tell there were exactly four people laying under a large blanket type comforter thing but they all had their heads covered. I didn’t realize my husband was under there until some strange guy that I cannot even recall a glimpse of at this point no matter how hard I try. Somehow my husband found me and we ended up in the restroom of this freak house. I can remember myself screaming at him at first and feeling a few tears fall on my face. I can remember asking him why he was under the covers with this other person. I obviously knew this was another woman but he never said and nor did I see her. He looked at me crying. He began telling me that I didn’t give him the love that he needed. That I didn’t hug him enough, say I love you enough or show my feelings enough. I find myself really crying at this point and I am feeling so desperate in what I’m to him. I’m saying to him that I know I have a problem with showing love and I’m pleading with him trying to explain that I’m deeper than what he understands of me. That I show my love by certain actions. That the things I do as his wife are symbols of how I love. That love to me isn’t actually the act of making love itself but sometimes only laying next to each other, tempting each other, soft touches in non sexual places, lips that barely touch each other, and deep intense stares into each others eyes, are in fact my love. My love times infinity. I find myself pleading for understanding and for him to understand, crying because more intense, the tears fall like a heavy rain and must have began to wake myself because I’m feeling the tears running down my face and I completely wake myself hearing my own words come out of my mouth “I’m hard to love.”
Talk about intense. I’m still not right this morning. I’m truly effected by this dream with no idea why.
Have you ever had one of these dreams? What does it mean? Does it mean anything? If it doesn’t mean anything the why am I left with the feeling that it does?