The Dream Girl

The new voice covered over his thoughts like a warm and flowing honey. He had the impression he was riding in a swift river of pure serenity, where the water was composed entirely of waves of contentment. There is just no other way to describe it.

Then he heard, “You are about to begin the journey. Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Immediately upon Bill’s answer, a scene appeared brightly within Bill’s mind’s eye. Wow! This is beautiful—and so real. I feel like I am there—here—wherever the hell I am! He could feel real wind on his face and the radiance of the bright sun warmed his skin. He quickly forgot any notion this might be some kind of dream.The voice continued to lead him deeper and deeper still into memories of his past. “When you first saw her, she didn’t know you, did she?”

Bill thought about it and remembered that she had indeed not known of his existence. “No.” The old feelings of rejection returned.

The voice continued. “But, you sure noticed her! You knew you loved her at first sight! Can you feel those sweet emotions running through your body, even now?”

It’s true! God, I feel that incredible feeling of first love again.

“She was so very beautiful! Wasn’t she?” The voice spoke clearly and slowly to emphasize the content of the words. “To you, she was an angel of light. You couldn’t wait… just to catch a glimpse of her. You practically counted the seconds until you knew you would see her again.

That she was! Bill could remember he had thought there was no more beautiful creature on the planet. Oh, the incredible sweetness of adolescent love!

“Do you want to try to stir your old memories—to determine if you can see her again?”

See her again? Oh God, yes! He had long ago forgotten the memory of her face. It used to torment him to know no matter how hard he tried he could not conjure up her actual face. Her body figure, clothes he had seen her wear, her hairstyle and color he could all easily remember. But her face—he had lost the image within his mind long ago. He now yearned with all his being to behold her once again.

A young woman appeared in front of him, sitting on a park style bench, with her back to him. Instantly, he knew it was she. There she is! Bill felt his heart was going to explode. I am there—here again! Bill was in complete awe of what was happening. The part of his consciousness that had stood in disbelief was now buried deep within the confines of his mind—and was not being welcomed back any time soon.

“Even now… looking upon her again takes your breath away, doesn’t it?”