A love story - Part 3

Do you ever have vivid premonitory dreams that subsequently happen in your real life?

I do. I cannot remember when I first started having them, but I remember clearly that I had them during Secondary school when I was struggling to cope with life. That said, my vivid dreams often seem rather ridiculous when I dreamt of them, until the context upon which they happen appear in my life. One such dream I had in my early 20's was this.

I was in a couch with someone (I cannot see his face nor hear his voice). It was someone that I loved. We were sitting on the couch watching TV, at a mutual friend's home. Then we started making out on that couch!

If you read my comments on LIFT's "Adult Season Part 5: Jessica's story", you will note that I considered myself the Sensibility (Elinor Dashwood) part of "Sense and Sensibility" when it comes to love. Making out on a mutual friend's couch was socially unacceptable from my sensibility perspective and so I laughed the dream away, albeit I remembered it clearly because of its vividness and weirdness.

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Part 3 - 牵红线 [Red string of fate]

AL and I was at the doorstep of our friend WY's rented apartment (and soon-to-be home) near Fo Tan, at Sha Tin, Hong Kong. AL was surprised that WY had left the entire apartment to me, so I would be all alone in Hong Kong that night and he wondered about my safety. Afterall, Fo Tan (Sha Tin) was considered an outskirt back in the mid-1990's. Before he left, he asked to use the toilet. While he was in the toilet, I got myself some water. When AL came out, I offered him some water. He took the glass, turned on the TV and sat down to drink the water.

We both sat on the couch and watched TV together for a while. Then AL stretched his left arm back on the couch, just above where my shoulders were. Slowly that arm fell down to touch my shoulders and lower. I let him do that. At one point, I turned to speak to him, only to find him facing me -- his lips only centi-meters away from mine. He leaned forward to give me a rather chaste kiss on my lips. Then he apologized for his impulsive behaviour. I told him that he didn't have to say sorry. Then he progressed to kiss me further and we started making out, while the TV was playing in the background.

Something strange happened to me at that point. It was like I was both in my body and popped out of my body, floating just above us. I was simultaneously having dual perspectives of what happened. The TV playing in the background, the friend's couch, the man I love -- it all felt like my vivid premonitory dream. Did it that mean that AL was "the one for life" for me? And thus I felt that it was alright to let things happen.

We did not go very far, mainly because AL was a gentlemen. To be honest, I enjoyed his kisses, caresses and humping. I also enjoyed giving him pleasure because I cared about him deeply. He dry humped me until he came. Once again, he apologized but I caressed the crotch of his culottes and kissed him gently to reassure him that I was alright with it.

AL stayed over that night. He slept on the couch while I returned to bed. Anyway, the next day he went home because he had a family gathering to attend.