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He awoke out of a silly but lovely dream: he was sitting in her car, next to her, and they were driving on a one way road through a dark wood, a wood as dark as the one of Dante’s Inferno. His arm was on her shoulder and he felt the warmth of her body and something very strange happened to him, it was as if her body was part of his body, a feeling that kept growing and growing and became overwhelming. She must have felt what he felt, for suddenly she stopped the car and embraced him, her lips wet and o so soft. People were passing by and were looking at them but they didn’t bother them. There was a house across the road, with a door wide open, and a man sat on the roof, weaving at them.
The next moment he was over her, he was in her sea of softness and a feeling of great happiness came over him. She said something but he didn’t grasp if she asked him to stay where he was or that it never ought to end. It was, as he sees it now, surprising and wonderful. He doesn’t know anymore how it was afterwards, he only realised that it struck him with a great longing, an echo he carried with him all day long.
He met her the next day in a coffee shop: 'I dreamt of you yesterday morning just before awaking’, she said.
‘Yes’, he said, I think I do know of it.’
‘You were driving in a car’ she said: ‘it was in a dark wood, and I sat next to you. My arm was on your shoulder and suddenly you stopped and we kissed and then, shall I say it? Then you were over me’.
‘Yes’ he said, ‘yes, yes, I do know, I dreamt the dream you dreamt, we were one body and one soul. I was you and you were me.’
‘Since I first saw you, it has always been like that’, she said. ‘We can’t be separated anymore, nothing can stand between us’.
‘No, nothing’, he said.
‘It’s a fairy tale’, she said.
‘No’, he said, ‘it only happens once in a lifetime, it wasn’t a fairy tale, it wasn’t a coincidence, it was as real as it could be. It was an omen, it was a destiny, i’ll have to ask Carl Jung or look it up in one of his books'.
‘Do it’ she said, let it be a fulfilment, but I am happy now and Jung can’t give me more happiness than I already have’.
‘You never know’ he said, ‘maybe it had a special meaning something Jung didn’t think of”.
‘Never mind’ she said, ‘I am very happy now. I’ll lock it up’.
‘Do it’ he said, ‘do it, lock it up for the rest of your days with a double turn of the key.’
The sound of his voice was changing when he suddenly felt that her happiness was flowing into him.
‘What are you going to do about it?’ she said.
‘I don’t know yet, maybe I am going to tell it to the world’.
‘The world doesn’t mind’, she said, ‘tell it to your God’.
'He already knows, He was there when we met.'
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