A Life in My Dreams...

Chasing my love, my queen (or princess) for hours around long corridors, up hundreds of stairs, and through rooms of gold, polished stone and all manner of frivolous whimsy in what I would assume, ancient Egypt. Hopping over a wall to cut off my prey I land in the street below. Dancing past, over and under people going about their daily routines, knowing almost all of them, their names, and even their loved ones.
Stopping along the way to help a worker carry his load on my own shoulder and carrying him the rest of the way, to receive a smile and pat on my cheek; telling him "Go home to your family Mah-hu, and tell them I say hello!" Being given a plum by kindly old Ipwet, taking two, kissing her forehead and catching up to Mah-hu, giving him one and dropping the other in his pocket "For Rai." (His daughter I was present for at birth and often show up while on my walks at night to tell her the name of yet another set of stars when she wont go to sleep)
Realizing I've lost track of my quarry, I turn around to see her waiting at the top of another set of those damn long, and high stairs leading up to a palace. Leaving the market reluctantly (Its smells, sounds, and color, each an old familiar friend that can quickly tell me another story of years spent getting to know and cherish them) I take to the chase again, happily, laughing, knowing I'll catch up- its part of the joy, this game.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I'm stopped by a guard Captain, who proceeds to tell me it's beneath me to act this way, only to have me pop the remaining portion of plum in his mouth and slap him on the rump as I mockingly salute him... "Off to my own glory this night old man." Seeing a startled Ki-ah stopping, then standing in the hall with a doe like surprise in her eyes, I know all I need do is silently open my hands in a questioning gesture, to get a subtle smile and eyes that give away the direction I need to go.
The smile is returned and and a wink of gratitude tells her its always nice to know you are appreciated. Rounding a corner I slide over a window sill and land on a pile of soft pillow only to be taken upon by her. "Yes, you won. I concede my love." (The rest belongs to me.) Such is the depth of my dreams. I've lived lifetimes when I sleep. Kings, Warriors, Simple men, and even animal, all I have been and seen through my eyes. Often, I wonder if they are memories of the past, an alternate present, or a future yet to be relived. I don't mind not knowing the answer, I care only that somehow, the universe has given me a gift that I can love in so many ways and hope it has some meaning. I wish these things for all of you, always. I'm just me, nobody special. Love you babe.
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