Just before sunrise- it was so real- the subconscious coming to the surface-
I dreamt of past emotions of a 5-year relationship without any tie.
No bounds- only lust- and affections- in the streams of attraction.
The subconscious- its location in our brain or perhaps in our ‘’soul’’ as called by some.
I saw his funny face- he was only 22 when I met him- one of my English language students-
Living with his parents- working as salesman- energy overflowing- yet- discreet – sitting on a corner hardly ever talking.
I thought it was a real event- lived some lively colourful in the sunrise deep dream-
His AI was to understand when women wanted him.
No compliments- he did not particularly like my seldom laughter- my glance- my words- neither dislike them.
He guessed right- he never asked me how I was – the only thing he grasped ‘’only available for love, only with him’!.
He liked my straight way of looking at him.
He never said ‘’I love you’ ’what for? Would that ‘’I love you’’ changed anything.
No matter if sad- smiling – happy – weeping – angry- ‘’she is always available for me’’
1999- 2003- and even longer- Sicily- Capital – no one really interested- nice compliments that meant nothing.
He knew I was available for him- and he was for making love to me-
Never asking to ‘’cook’’ or anything?
Shall I offer something? No, he used to say most of the times- he used to take his Marlboro cigarettes and say ‘’would like one’’? ‘’I am nearly sure. you’ll say yes, as to me’’.
The subconscious made live – what is long not forgotten but not aware in the other brain hemisphere.
Deep dreaming of a past relationship with no bounds and no future that lasted 5 years –
No cohabitation –
He could take me for a ride- he did- a short one- to go nowhere- always available of difficulties to get a stable job- though astonished-
A young man of 22 that knew I wanted to make love with him- without asking or guessing.
The subconscious stored the experience that is now part of my history. Many people do not belong to my history-
He dreamt of becoming a father and cooking meals only for the offspring, not the partner.
He did- wished and independent woman already mother inside who work day and night,
night and day.
I woke up slowly- still with feelings alive in my brain- then entered the world of consciousness and thought about the meeting we had in London- where he lives- married happily and unhappily- happy father.
What did I feel in that pint of beer he offered me? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. A stranger- he belongs to another life- ours was gone in 2003 or 2004.
The subconscious that made emotions alive during dreams. Hypnosis, is that how it works? Or was there something else?
Sharp he was – not intelligent enough? He knew what I wanted in those times- LOVE- but most and foremost he knew I was attracted to him- never been told- so obvious.
Our brain server keeps everything there! During dreams- deep dreams those past lives of this life come alive- not as real- since they were real. Now consciously not real.
A person that belongs to your deep past and stored there. A back up storage that reveals something different.
Many years after- a fast speed walk and met his wonderful eyes- but this time recognized his nose.
Deep breath due to tiredness due to many’ s excessive motion, talks and urgency!
He looked at me and I looked at him with no anxiety, very different from the past- no smiles- no words. I still felt some emotions.
You recognize it.
Deep dreaming of a past that belonged to your history- yet- be careful- some never entered not even the present gate entrance ever- in your life!
ONLY VAGUE CHAT
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- Published: March 9th, 2025 05:52
- Comment from author about the poem: My personal view and idea of subconscious in our brain, mind?
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Passion rules a part of out brain but the frontal lobes get in the way. The subconscious verses the conscious. A very descriptive write
yes indeed. Thanks for your comment sorebarrett.
The write is descriptive about past emotions but revealing in the reality that a young man understood if girls or women were really interested. He belongs to my past. Not the present, revealing something about the present.
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