what a wicked thing to do
There are only three people that I have been involved with heavily enough to affect my subconscious to the extent that I have, or have had in the past, recurring realistic dreams about them.
The first to have this affect on me we'll call Salters Nelson. He brings me dreams of being trapped, of anxiety, of not being able to escape. I had those dreams for a long time, even up to five years after the fact, but now they are few and far between, and I can't remember the last time I had one. I'm glad to see the back of them.
The second we'll call Falcon Errill. He brings me dreams of lust and sex. I like those ones, and have had them relatively recently, which is at least 6 years after the fact. I think of him sometimes, and would like to know how things turned out for him.
The third needs no introduction. He brings me dreams of love. Always unrequited, except for that very first dream. Those ones leave me utterly despondent and broken with yearning when I wake. It would probably be for the best if they went away, but somehow I still don't want them to, and I doubt whether they will any time soon.
