She dreams.

Sand storms past me. I stand hair whipping in the wind laced with red stand. I stand with my back to the wind and watch through my vague impassionate eyes how three moons rise. I am alone and that is good. Only alone one is free. I am happy in this lonely moment, but as all good ends I know this cannot last. I am right. He comes.

He dreams.

I march through the sandy wind because this is the only way to my dreams. My hair is full of red sand, my eyes closed. I march alone, others are a burden. I open my eyes just a little. The moons are rising. I am happy in this moment. Free in dreams, free to go where my stride takes me. No anchors, no home. But nothing good lasts. I see her.

She dreams.

Who is he? Why is he here? These are my dreamlands, the moons rising are my moons, the sand in the wind is my sand. He has no place here. Then why? How did he get here? He is closer now. There’s something familiar in his stride, in this posture and his sandy hair… I do not try to name him, names are forbidden here just as memories are. But I have to admit - my heart knows him. He has been invited. Not by me but by the Master of Dreams. He is part of the dream. I just must endure. Perhaps he will bring new winds. Perhaps there is a better way to be…

He dreams.

She just stands there. Why is she here? I must cross this plain. I cannot stop. But she is there and there won’t be anyone else for a long time… Who is she? I will just try to close my eyes and move on. Why does her shape still hover in my eyes even tho I have closed them? I peek again. There is something familiar about her, something inviting. My feet are betraying me. I intended to go around her but as I peek again I see they are taking me steadily closer. Step by step nearer to that strange figure in the wind. This will hurt…

The Master dreams.

He stops behind her with his eyes closed. He hesitates. He is confused. She does not turn thogh she knows he is there. She hesitates. The wind dies and sand in their hair falls down hissing silently. All stands till. She turns. She is hopeful. She smiles. He smiles. They stand. He spins a dream. He reaches out his hand.

He dreams.

I hope she takes it. I made it warm like her smile, I made it just for her. She is dreaming it now. Her green eyes are turned inside. Her face is empty… now she smiles. Her eyes turn out again. Her smile stays. Now she spins her own dream. She offers it. I think. I take it and look in it. I stand on the seashore. I have wings. I am a dragon with a lust to fly. I push off and powerful feeling of freedom fills me. I fly and soar until I tire because I know - I land and the dream ends.

She dreams.

He holds out his hand, he offers me a dream he has made. I may dream it. I worry but I jump into it. I sit in front of a fire, someone tells a story of a kingdom far away to kids, storm rages outside but I am safe comfortable. I smile happily. Slowly the fire grows low and the story inevitably gets closer to its happily ever after. I am reluctant to accept the coming end of this dream. but is inevitable. The dream ends. I look into his eyes. I must now give him one too. He seems so strong and powerful. I will make him one of power. I spin the dream carefully. I suddenly want to please him. I offer it. He takes it. Hold it for a moment and the goes. He returns. He looks hungry for more.

The Master dreams.

She spins again for him but he puts his hands on hers and makes room for his hands to cover the newborn dream. She laughs. She has never spun a dream for two. She is shy. He has never spun a dream for two. He is worried. They dream as they spin it. They dance on clouds to the music of the stars. She runs. She dances alone. Among the clouds. He is seeking her. He finds her and again they dance. He suddenly drops and transforms. He is a Blue Dragon. He flies above the sea. She laughs and falls towards the sea and spreads her wings as she becomes a White Dragon. She chases him and he chases her. The clouds and the sea storm past. Suddenly she lands and becomes a woman again. He sees her running towards a house. Quickly he follows. They hold hands as they run.
He stops a the door and opens it for her. She enters. The fire in the fireplace is crackling comfortably. Warmth surrounds her. He holds her as they sit by the fireplace. A dream within a dream begins. As they leave they fly among the clouds again. Not Blue and White,
but Black and Red. The dream is over. He turns and goes on. She stands holding a complete dream. Stands alone.

She dreams.

He has gone. Nothing good lasts. I will hold this dream until he returns. I cannot dream it without him. It is a dream for two.
The wind is back. I will stay. Alone is better. Alone I am free.

He dreams.

She is there. She is an anchor. I must leave her or I will never fin(find?) the dream across the plain. I must be free.
The wind fills my hair again. All is as it was. She does not exist.

The Master dreams.

Moons set and raise again a million times. Sand in the wind blows on. She still stands but he has stopped. He has gone far.

She dreams.

I am lonely. It did not use to be like this. This dream I am holding… It makes me ache inside and yet I cannot put it down.
I hold it to my chest and call. Call to someone I have forgotten, someone to fill the void.
I feel expectant. It soothes the ache inside. The moons rise again. They stir something in me.
I wait. A million times moons rise. I am not alone. He is coming.

He dreams.

I cannot go further. Something is holding me. Something is calling me I must turn back. This is the road I have seen.
I trace my footsteps. A million dawns. Red sand on the wind makes me haste. I feel close. Why? What am I looking for?
I am not free there is a home calling, an anchor pulling me back.She is waiting.

The Master dreams.

Again he hesitates and again she turns. She holds out their dream. They share it,
They remember. The sand storms across the empty desert. They will not return.