Dream of Dust

[mbranesf]

In a couple days, I am sending out that donor gift version of my NaNo novel. I had a dream about it last night, which is funny because I think it originated from a dream in the first place, and it's narrator has a strange recurring dream. Here's a sexy passage from one of those dreams in the story itself. Things have been hectic here lately and if I don't pop in here to say again before the holiday, then I hope everyone has a fine, happy Annual Gift Day!

I closed my eyes and dreamed a red Dust dream as I dozed:

Brace, clad in the red hue of the Dust but otherwise naked, red-sheened body smooth as glass, lay down next to me. “I don’t think your vision of A-R in the Dust is accurate," he said. "Or rather, I should say that you are not interpreting it correctly.” 

I dreamed that he ran fingertips downward from my lips to my navel and it tickled a bit. “What do you mean? What’s the correct interpretation?”
       He caressed me further, lower, and said: “He’s not vanishing and he’s not trying to get away from you. He wants you to follow him.”

“Into the Dust?”

“Into wherever he is going. You need to follow him. And he needs you to.”

I agreed that I’d reinterpret my Dust vision tomorrow, but pointed out that I was very sleepy right now. I imagined sitting at an enormous desk, for some reason spread heavily with ancient manuscripts and astrological charts and Tarot cards. A steampunk computer made out of a brassy typewriter and a hazy lens would chatter its way through an arcane calculation, and I would suck opium smoke from a hookah. Here, at such a desk and with such tools, I would reinterpret the vision, but I was so sleepy now that it would have to wait until morning. Brace continued to glow redly around me and made love to me as I drifted the rest of the way into sleep. Of course, the reality in the physical world was that my own right hand had probably stood in for Brace’s hand and mouth, but it was a fine, marvelous way to pass all the way into dreams.

Brace looks at me and says, “The Waste and the Dust show as much as they hide. Neither can hurt you.” Dust roils around us and soon I can see nothing.