Short ... sweet ... to the point ... Dreams. I had them. I'll say them. Now. First Dream There was a lot of screaming, a lot of death going on ... And I was going through the halls of this mansion. The place was rocking now and then, as if in an earthquake, but everywhere I stepped was sturdy. I came upon a room in the hall ... it wasn't at the end, there wasn't anything special about this room ... but I went in. And in the middle of this room was a very beautiful little girl, maybe five years old, with long blonde hair and lovely blue eyes. She wore a white dress with a lace trime and blue ribbons ... And she was crying. Surrounding her were the bodies of so many people. Her guardians, I knew. But I felt as though I had to keep her safe from what was going on outside. So I kneel down in front of her. I feel so drawn to this child. I want to take care of this child ... I lightly touch her arms and stroke them. I tell her that everything will be all right soon. And she suddenly hugs me, tightly. She asked me if I'd be her Daddy. And it was then, that I closed my eyes ... and I just wanted to ... melt, right there. I wanted to cease to be - right in that moment, because ... it was so wonderful a feeling a felt, right then. I tell her I will, and I let her ride on my back, carrying her as she wraps her arms around my neck ... I remember thinking that I used to carry one of my younger cousins like this all of the time. But I remember feeling slightly afraid that she was going to strangle me ... But for the moment, I was happy ... Her name was Mary. Second Dream {{I'm starting to feel a little dizzy.)) I woke in this room ... in this manor. I knew I was far away from where the previous dream had taken place. The room was so ... white. The drapes had been pulled back and clouded daylight was coming through. It was bright to me. There was a young man there - I knew he was older, but he looked to be about 25 or so. He was hovering over me, touching my face as though I had a fever. I'm in white again, I know I am. And the room is ... white ... because of the light coming through the curtains - it makes it look like that. But everything was blurred around the edges, even him. He has this really ... soft, light light light blonde hair. He said to me, "My dear, sweet Larc. So melancholy. You will never find happiness. But I am here. I am here to take care of you, Master Larc." His fingertips traced my face, down my chin, my neck, my collar, my chest. I knew this man. I know that I knew him. I trusted him. He took care of me. He kissed my brow and rest his hand on my chest. I stared at him through these glazed eyes. He said something about me being alone ... but that I wasn't - but that no matter how much love and company I received, I would always feel ... alone. Told me that I smiled ... to hide the loneliness, the breaking that went on inside. But he told me that he was there now. He told me that he and Mary were there now, to keep him company - even though I wouldn't feel it ... they would be there. And then ... he kissed me. And I felt as though I was melting again. He told me he could give me what I wanted ... someone who will take care of me ... in more ways than just caretaker. He told me I didn't have to worry about anything anymore, though he knew that it was useless to tell me such things ... but said I could stay in the bed for as long as I wanted. Told me that I never had to leave. I would have asked why I was there ... but I didn't care. I knew he would be rough with me at times, and that he would be gentle with me at others. I knew this. I felt his hands moving over me - they were warm - but they were just touching me, like he was memorizing me. I remember closing my eyes, and then him curling his arms around me ... pulled me close ... or half-lay on top of me. And kissed me again. He said ... that he knew what it was like to never feel happiness. He knew about my curse ... but that he was pleased to have me staying with him ... very pleased. I remember more touching, and him kissing below my ear ... touching my face ... ... but that's all I remember ... And ... that's it ... I'm ... going to disappear for a while ...