Nightmare of a Dream

In my dream I was standing outside in the garden looking at a sky black with clouds when a gust of wind stirred around my feet and all the flowers drooped as if carrying the burdens of some secret sorrow. I bent my head to a rose but instead of the expected sweet scent to greet me instead a thorn cut into my finger. I dropped the rose and saw a solitary drop of blood on my fingertip I put my finger into my mouth to but I did not taste the salty tang of blood for I was in a world of someone else's creation.

Although I did not see him enter I could sense him standing behind me, tall and solid this immovable presence whose essence crept along my skin like a shiver under the cold wind. I wanted to leave, to hide and get away from him but I was trapped by the clouds above me and the flowers around me so I stood mute, afraid while he approached me. I closed my eyes like a child believing if I did not see the monster he would not exist and trembled in the expectation of horror. I did not know what he wanted but he brought the blackness with him and it froze me into a shell of inert terror.

I felt him approach until his hand rested upon my back informing me of his close proximity yet no matter how much I tried I could not cry out and I became a prisoner of this blanket of evil that had me wrapped in its spell. I could feel the sheer power if the being behind me, it was immeasurable, like trying to weigh the universe in a tea cup, it swallowed my world and I prayed for the ability to recoil from his malevolent touch. He moved closer yet again and before I could resist I was faint and falling backwards against his form, his hard body curving into mine holding me upright.

As I waited for my impending destruction his presence became more tangible and I could feel his body soften into a human form while the coarse fabric of his coat brushed against my cheek. I did not open my eyes fearing what was still behind me aware of the large buttons of his jacket pressing between my shoulders as his arms like bands of steel encompassed me in an inescapable embrace.

His breath warm on my cheek, his hair brushing against my face made the world spin out of shape and again I became weak, overcome by his very presence. His hand on my shoulder turned me slowly around until he was directly in front of me and I dared not look at who had possessed my world. I stayed immobile, fearful, and expectant, for he was bound to destroy me and I could not, would not, look at my assassin. He moved forward, his body arching towards mine and I could feel the air sucked up between us as he filled the gap. The rough texture of his coat brushed against me waking a familiar memory and the second his lips touched mine I knew that the being I could not run from, the man I was kissing was Jojo.

I clung to his coat allowing the passion of his kiss to consume me for I did not want it to end and his lips fierce, demanding took control of mine as I felt his body harden against me. My knees buckled and he caught my waist holding me against him while I held onto him succumbing to his heat. A moan caught in my throat and I shivered as he infused me with his desires causing me to I reach up and catch him around his neck pressing him closer to me while his hands tangled in my hair lost in wild abandon.

His lips left mine when I murmured his name in bliss and his body became iron in the flash of an instant. He lifted his head from me as I opened my eyes to see why our kiss had ended and I met the cold cruel green eyes of Gervais. He laughed at my protests and put his mouth back on mine, holding me in an embrace of iron, keeping me in his prison of lust. I struggled in panic and disgust but his kisses held me firm and his chuckles filled my ears as his lips raked mine. I cried out and twisted when he kissed my neck but nothing would stop the flood of his repulsive lechery.

I finally pushed him away and ran back into the house turning frantically to close the French doors into the garden desperate to keep that evil away. I could see him ambling towards the house, wearing Jojo’s coat, relaxed in his Dubois superiority and smiling his disgusting smirk of triumph. I grabbed one door only to have the other one blown from my hands by the winds and as I looked up the black clouds swirled behind Gervais as if minions to obey his bidding. In a panic I held onto both doors at once pulling back on them with all my strength only to see his gleaming eyes staring at me through the glass his lips curled in a malicious smile of inevitable victory.

I woke up shivering to discover to my relief that I was safe in my own bed, away from the machinations of that lunatic Dubois. I should have realised that what happened would not have gone without some type of disturbing consequences and if Gervais could not possess me in the real world how like him to come hounding me in my dreams. There was one even more disturbing factor, something even more scary than the prospect of being kissed by Gervais and that was I thought I was kissing Jojo Sedero and I didn’t mind that one bit!

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