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Justin Mays
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The BIG pretty lady in the G̵̢͉͊̒̈́o̵̡͙͙͛͒͠r̸̼͕͑͊͠g̸̘̟͚̓̔͑e̸̘̙̦͌̚͝o̸̞͓̔͒̕͜u̸͉̦̽͛̓s̸̺̞̫͐̀̚ leather dress woke me up by kissing me on the forehead after I told her I didn't want to dance with her on the abandoned western town, her dance partner was grooving in the background while she was holding my hands.
I can't remember their faces, or the color of their skin, or the color/shape of their hair, or the sound of their voices, what I remember is that they were REALLY TALL, almost twice my height, and that the lady was wearing a very "complex" B̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ v̷e̷i̷l̷ and that her dress was this intricate layered glossy material, that moved like echoes, split down the center were more layers could be seen.
Everything seemed fine, there was no dread, no immediate threats, no ominous music, I can't even remember if there WAS music, for all I know they were dancing to the sound of the wind and the warmth of the sun, I think it was logical for me to have agreed to her offer, she was warm, she might have been wearing gloves, and her smile was so soooo pretty, and most importantly I felt "safe"
I think the guy was wearing some sort of shiny black leather pants ? And had....long hair...maybe?
They were funny (I did not smile), even goofy (I wasn't laughing), and they were oh so charming/ welcoming, but despite ALL that, something DEEP DEEP in my "core" just DID NOT WANNA, simple, there was no fear, or shyness, or contempt, no instinctual reason, I felt fine, THEY made FEEL fine, the whole "scene" made me feel juuuust fine, but like a toddler throwing a tantrum in a display of the most basics of wants and needs I Truly (verbatim) "Did not wanna" .
I think she got that, I think she understood that there was nothing she could do to make me "want" to D̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ with them, nothing she could change about the dream that would make me change my mind, because by all accounts, I should have wanted to dance, I was there, in that alley way, we were holding hands, the answer was but guaranteed, I had been grooving on my own in that dark empty ice ring before they approached me, and it was so bright and sunny when I was with them, and I felt just FINE and she was so pretty and her smile was so warm
But my honest, purest desire at the time was
"I don't wanna"
#they've been watching me from the bleachers from what had started from being a hockey game#i was on my phone while goofing on an office chair#they then spend quite sometime explaining the wonders of dancing to me#their choreography somehow brought us to the western old town#“not really” (while glancing at her partner)#the town was incredibly “fake looking”#it was also VERY bright outside#blue sky hard shawdos type deal#at no point did i Feel threatened#she asked me if it was too overwhelming#“no” (it wasn't)#while holding hands she then asked#“would you like to dance” (smiling/ warm/ inviting)#“not really” (i said while glancing at her partner)#“why not?” (whilst still smiling)#“I don't wanna” (i said while shrugging)#nothing more nothing less#there was no threat#no change in tone#i feared she might offer her dancing partner next and i would have to deny her a 3rd time#instead#“you fascinate Me” (she bend down and kiss me on the forehead)#i woke up in bed#dream#dream journal#foreign entities#pure black and white leftover feeling#not a nightmare#i wonder what all that was about
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Anonymous asked:
Okay, but imagine Sir Galahad asking his father (Lancelot) for advice on dealing with his annoying companion who simply refuses to cooperate.
I can only imagine the "advice" he would give his son.
Lancelot is a warrior, not a tour guide.
Y'know, maybe his one-size-fits-all solutions aren't always helpful