Lifted slowly until he realized that he was dreaming.
He had not dreamt like this in a long time.
dream
s had been events remembered after the fact, rather than something he was aware of in the moment.
The sound of the
autumn
gust -- and yes, he could tell it was the gust that flowed over the plains in autumn -- reached its peak in volume until it was so loud it was deafening... until it crescendoed down to a distant whimper. This coincided with an increased awareness that he was in a dream. He noticed it little by little until the sound of the gust had disappeared and now there was just a faint ringing noise.
When he realized for the fifth time that he was dreaming he was afraid that he would awake and be banished from this place.
Where was this place? And did whatever happened here actually happen?
If it was all in his mind, then was it even real?
Why think about these things? He could do whatever he wanted. But this is all he did.
Soon he was forgetting that he was dreaming, but he was still there i that place. The gust was returning again. And soon he would be kicked out of here completely into another kind of black. Not the one where he would be aware.
Until a voice cut through the gust and suddenly it was quiet again.
"Find me." it said. He had heard the
voice
before. But he couldn't connect it to a face. "You'll never find me." it said.
Suddenly he was transported into a candle lit room. Where an older man was humping a younger woman. She was moaning softly. He could feel himself approaching, and as he came closer the moaning grew quieter. He could hear the breathing more. And then as he approached further still he could no longer hear the breathing as well and the sound of the fluids sliming around the man's
penis
as it went deep in and out of the woman could not be ignored. The moaning and the breathing now sounded like memory's of voices out in the distance that he could only hear faintly; this reminded him standing on top of a pier rock at the beach as a kid as he heard against the aggressive waves people in the distance laughing on a perfect summer evening.
He listened and listened until suddenly he could see. No longer just a candle lit room and an older man's buttocks on long legs but a face. It was his ex. Cassie. Cassie? What the hell was she doing here?
She screamed and he could feel the light of the
candle
s rip apart until everything was dark for just a moment.