I’m trying my hand at creative fiction and I’m wondering if I’m any good at it. If you’re experienced in this field, I’d appreciate your opinion on my self expression. 

THE DREAM – BY: G. April 22^nd, 2012

I am imagining both of us out for a hike on two different trails in the woods, and by chance or fate we exchange eye contact at the intersection of each of our trails. It’s a special day; on this day there will be a solar eclipse and so, for a moment in time, the bright warm sunshine will slowly dissolve until it shines no more. Then, slowly the brightness will return from the sun that was blanketed in nothingness.

Our eye contact is as glistening as the uncovered sun. We seem to intuitively know that we are on the same wavelength. Call it; oh, it’s been called different names ever since humankind walked the earth. What do we call it? We’re not sure it even needs a name because feelings are truth and we are absolutely certain that we share the same truth.

Now as we pass each other our shoulders touch in the slightest and lightest possible way. We both feel the electricity of magnetism and we begin dreaming thoughts of ecstasy while hiking our separate trails unaware of the knowledge that higher up the mountain there will be a second intersection where once again our eyes will exchange a trance like glance that is so mutually hypnotic to both of us.

We don’t pass by each other this time; we simply stand gazing into each other’s souls and feel the elation of the name that has been called oh so many names throughout the ages, with much ado emphasized. We, however both know that we don’t gave to label what both of us feel because both of us have the same intuition that tonight when we each fall deep asleep in each of our beds, in each of our homes, that the feeling we experienced will smoothly penetrate our subconscious dreams. Oh and what dreams they will be. So intensely pure and vivid; so sweet and so magical that we both feel enraptured with the highest sensation of well-being we’ve both ever felt.

Twelve hours latter we awaken, and as we morph from our heavenly dream-worlds into our refreshed selves, and we both sit on the edge of our beds and think. We think about remembering our dreams but as dreams do, they dissolve when we begin to think about them and if we haven’t thought of them, then we think that perhaps we did think about them but forgot.

Now we’re both feeling wide and loosely awake; relaxed but alert with our minds focus swelling into sharpness and clarity. Our minds, bodies, and souls are intermeshed seamlessly and we’re both feeling connected to the whole world; the whole universe. We are in wakeful halcyon bliss.