I awoke from yet another dream about my eyesight coming back. I wasn’t really sure what happened when I opened my eyes at first. It took me a minute to take in my surroundings enough to be peacefully aware that I was laying on my back with a familiar face inches from my own.
“Welcome to a new dawn honey,” she said softly. “How do you feel?” Julia asked me with a lot of loving warmth in her voice.
“I feel… I feel warm and relaxed,” I responded with my speech slightly slurred as I tried to make my brain speed up enough to process things more coherently. She made that soft shushing noise of hers and kissed me lightly on the lips before saying, “Take your time. There’s no rush.” Then she kissed me again and giggled just a little.
When I asked her what was so funny, feeling her body shaking with laughter as she lay on top of me, she said, “I now know your secret but it’s safe with me. And… Uh… You’re quite wet down there from both of us. I hope you don’t mind that I took advantage of you while you slept.”
“Are you happy with the end result?” I asked her, still struggling a little with speech. Her whole body seemed to glow when she answered me saying, “More than you’ll ever know. You are just as good a lover unconsciously as you are consciously; multi orgasmic and all.”
It was then that I slowly became aware of the wetness around my genital area and said, “I think there’s a hot spring bubbling up down there or something.” She laughed and then said, “You’re also quite the conversationalist when you’re unconscious, too.”
I stiffened a little at that comment. But she lovingly stroked my face and softly laughed as she said, “It’s all good. You didn’t give me anything I could blackmail you with.”
“You were dreaming about getting your eyesight back. You then said something about being in a desert on a clear day looking at an old 1932 coop and what you thought was a 1968 GTO,” Julia continued. She then proceeded to tell me that I’d mention the presence of a guard assigned to protect the 1932 and my mom, who appeared to be in her mid-30’s. “When I asked for a more exact age,” Julia said, “You told me she was 36.”
Julia then talked about how I had dreamt about myself having done something to cause my vision to return and how powerful I felt having done that. Julia then stopped talking for a little while and just lay astride me gently kissing my lips, face, neck and chest; her letting her long hair flow over me as she did so. It was very soothing.
After a time she said, “You did mention something else that I thought was rather interesting.” I waited for a minute before asking a little warily, “Do I really want to know?”
She has a fit of silent giggles at the cautious tone in my voice before saying, “It might help if you did. I know it helped me to understand you better.”
“Ok,” I said, “So… What were the words of wisdom offered up from Brian the Snoozer that were so enlightening?” She started to laugh but then suddenly forced herself into a more serious state finally saying, “You know, Brian the Snoozer’s a good guy. He doesn’t give up any secrets easily. He even admits to lying for you and your brother growing up a few times.”
“You asked me about my childhood when I was sleeping, too?” I asked her almost dreading the answer. “Not tonight,” she said, “But Brian the Snoozer has told me some things on other occasions.”
“Remind me to get a roll of duct tape at Walmart later so I can make sure Brian the Snoozer is silent in future,” I said before popping the question about what of value I had told her. She very softly stroked my face, tracing my hairline with her fingers as she shifted so we were nose to nose. I knew she was looking me straight in the eyes when she said, “You couldn’t believe you had healed the women I told you about last night. You then asked me how that was even possible since you couldn’t even heal your own eyes. Brian the Snoozer apparently thinks a healer of any consequence has to be able to heal themselves before they can bring any valuable level of healing to others.”
“Well,” I said, “It does kind of make sense doesn’t it?” Julia kissed me again for a long while before answering. When she finally spoke it was in a low yet firm loving tone.
“No one is perfect,” she said. “It’s probably your life experience thus far that has awakened the gifts you now have at your disposal.”
She then added, “It just might very well be that your own time to heal is now.” I nodded as I absorbed what she was saying.
I finally sighed heavily as I said, “I don’t know. Sometimes I just don’t know. I feel lost at times because I’m not sure of what’s happening within my own being.”
“That’s ok,” she said. “You are allowed.”
She then slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. When she came back she asked, “Want to help a girl out in the shower? I hear you’re really good at lathering a woman up.”
“Did Brian the Snoozer tell you that, too?” I asked her with a light chuckle. “No honey,” she replied slyly. She then leaned over the bed and took my hand in both of hers saying, “I know that from personal experience.”
It was a pleasant shower. I couldn’t believe how much of me was still running down her legs. But… She was happy and she goes out of her way to make me happy. So, as long as she doesn’t mind that I’m not consciously engaged at times, “It’s all good.”
We had coffee in the kitchen and sat listening to music for a little while. She told me she had a few emails she needed to send but she’d like to go to Dunkin for a light snack after that if I was up for it.
We kicked around the idea of going there on foot. However, in the end, we both agreed today just wasn’t a great day to try and walk there. With the freeze and thaw going on over the past few days, walking on the side of the road in traffic would be a bit treacherous. And then there are those old slate sidewalks in places. “Sometimes Newton NJ is just best driven through.”
So, I did a little checking up on things while Julia sent her emails. Then we went out.
When we finally returned around lunch time, it was the usual house cleaning and stuff like that. We knocked it all off in about an hour though; deciding that a late afternoon dinner would be better than worrying about lunch.
So… I did up the steaks she had while she worked on a salad and stuff. Personally, I think I get the better end of the deal when it comes to meal prep. Julia disagrees because she says that if the steak doesn’t come out right than it kind of kills everything else. She might be right about that to some extent. But… Given all that I need to do to cook her steak to her satisfaction… Well… “It just seems too easy when I see all the stuff she’s doing on her end.”
But… Once again she was quite pleased with the meat I put on her plate. And… She certainly does know how to make a mean salad.
After dinner we kind of went off and did our own things. I added a few more posts to Briasphere.com and worked on doing a meditation to see if I can’t hasten a little vision recovery within my own body.
I mean… I already know how to use meditation to manage pain, speed up the healing of cuts, diminish or all together remove scars on myself, and other little stuff like that. So… Maybe it is time for me to deal with those bigger issues within; Retinitis Pigmentosa being right at the top of that list.
I could have sworn I heard Julia by the door once or twice while I was doing my meditation stuff. And… As it turned out… She was just checking to make sure I was ok, but didn’t want to interrupt.
When she knew I was transitioning between things I heard that sexy sounding pitter patter of her feet coming through the doorway of my study and could smell the fragrance of whatever bath stuff she used. She then very gently placed her hands on my shoulders as she leaned down, letting her long soft hair fall over my face as she nuzzled my neck. She then whispered, “It’s been a joyously long day, don’t you think?” I stretched my arms back over my head until I could touch her, feeling her breasts against my hands as she straightened up.
I then said, “I’ll be in to join you as soon as I find the roll of duct tape for Mr. Snoozer’s yap.” She burst out laughing and said, “You can leave the duct tape right where it is honey,” and, still giggling, headed for bed.