Is It a Dream?

It was a beautiful day. The skies were blue, speckled with white billowy clouds. The breeze was just enough to allow the skies to perform a dance. The rustle of the trees below served as an orchestral accompaniment. And what a beautifully choreographed performance! One that only comes with Indian Summer.

Suddenly, something – a feeling – made me realize the idealistic setting I’d created and I was no longer caught up; I was making my way through the sun streaked woods, here on Earth. The orchestral dance was, indeed, happening – although no longer as an all-encompassing fantasy, but as an awareness of each stark element of Nature.

Hmm. Nothing behind me. Nothing over there….. must be the on-your-toes feeling one develops to survive in the city. You’re being silly. Go back to the life above ground you’ve created for yourself. It’s nice there – no need for suspicion or fear.

Ah…… yes. There’s a smiling face nestled within the clouds. Oh, that’s better! I think I’ll lie down and watch the heavenly dance.

At first, I thought the rustling sound was embedded in the ideology I’d created for myself, so I didn’t pay much attention. When I realized the sound was real, I turned with a start. The crackle of leaves. I waited… but didn’t see anything, so chalked it up to my sometimes overactive imagination.

“How long have you been standing there?” “It doesn’t matter”, he replied. He was gorgeous (was this another product of my imagination?). Six feet tall, about 200 lbs, crystal clear blue eyes and long, black hair. Somehow I knew him, yet I knew we’d never met before now.

It was as if gravity suddenly moved in reverse. I rose from my dreamy spot in the grass to join him, our lips connecting in the most wonderful way I’ve ever experienced. He was tender and gentle, yet firm in his masculinity. Once again, something lifted me from my cloud and brought me back to earth. This time, not alone. Mmmm… feels so good! Nothing but white clouds in the sky and my dark haired Prince Charming. The perfect balance of Nature – dark hair, light eyes, solid body, tender touch. Ahhhhh.

His voice was smooth as satin drifting through the breeze. “Your hair is like silk. Your lips are soft as the petals of a pink rose.” (Oh, could this be happening?) We made love over and over again, without ever separating. So, so sweet. (Is this real?) So tender, so gentle, yet so, so man !

Deliciously exhausted from hours of lovemaking, we silently took in the breathtaking beauty of the day. The feel of his skin and taut, hard body against mine added to the perfect beauty of what seemed like a dreamland. (Am I dreaming?) The gentle kiss of the breeze across our skin, the peaceful song of the birds, the melodic rhythm of the trees in their celebration of Life, the sweet smell of wild honeysuckle and the luscious scent of this beautiful man who has so graciously been bestowed upon me. Ahhh…. What a perfect moment….

Taking in all this utter beauty tends to make one realize what a miracle Life really is. How carefully planned and exquisitely executed; from each tiny petal of a buttercup to the billowy puffs in the vast blue skies. And the colors! Each vivid hue seems to have it’s own identifying scent. Even our bodies, hair, fingernails… so much tender loving care was put into Creation!

Suddenly, as if my thoughts were being read, this perfect (fantasy?) man asked if I’d ever considered the wonders of Creation.

“It’s funny – I was just drinking in all this beauty: the trees, the sky, the soft grass beneath our backs, the wonderful fragrances…. And you. All of this has brought me to a spiritual awareness I’ve never quite felt so clearly.”

We discussed the Miraculous phenomenon called Life for quite a while. The more we shared, the more it became clear to me that this was another carefully executed plan. This beautiful man, with whom I was falling in love, was created to share Life’s experiences with me! No doubt in my mind. Once again I had the sensation that I’d known him for a long time. Indeed, I had – in my heart. And here he is! Yes, Life is a continuous cycle of the wonders of Nature, created with so much Love.

As if to confirm my thoughts, this beautiful Indian man began kissing me; my ear lobes, my neck, my breasts, fingertips, exploring every inch of my body. Oh, the sensation! His touch was so gentle, yet the fires within me were roaring! We made love ever so slowly, gently, lovingly. The sweet essence of Life! I was experiencing such an inner joy that I knew this moment was the beginning of my true existence. For the rest of my life, I’d share all the Wonders with this beautiful Indian man. It was an unspoken bond that connected us. We were a part of a most Divine Plan.

As if motivated by an unseen force, I found myself being lifted to my feet. We walked naked, hand in hand through the sun streaked trees, which seemed to part and open a path with each step we took. I was so conscious of the force that had brought us together on this most perfect day, that I could actually see us walking through the woods, from a plane beyond this earth. I was completely conscious, yet by a sub-conscious force, had drifted outside its limits and was watching this most amazing experience. It seemed to be yet another gift from Above. I was completely enraptured in the joy of the moment, although a part of me seemed to be lifted above, where I was able to experience these two lovers from another realm. Incredible!

It seemed we’d been walking a long time in the endless splendor of Nature, when I realized we were in the midst of a village. The feeling in the air was extremely calm and blissful. I felt as if this was home – as if I belonged. Very gracefully, without a word spoken, a strikingly handsome Indian woman led me into an asi and presented me with a gorgeous white floor-length tear dress. The neckline and bodice were embroidered with the most beautiful designs I’d ever seen! Without uttering a word, she intertwined turquoise beads in the crown of my head, as I dressed. By the time we finished, it was dusk and I was filled with a joyous peacefulness that I knew was mine to hold forever.

When we stepped out of the asi, a fire was ablaze, the air smelled of the Earth, and there was my beautiful man, adorned in white buckskin. After being blessed, we were each covered with a blue blanket. A short while later, our blankets were removed and we were joined together inside a white blanket. Our life together had begun.

No, it wasn't a dream and, yes, this was the beginning of my true existence. We were married that night under the light of a full moon.

That is how I came to be the proud wife of Chief Bravewarrior.

Shauna L Bowling