A Dream? {WARNING!!! contains references to drugs}

I awoke in the night. I was so cold, but I could feel warmth laying next to me. Her breathing was slow and regular, she could only beasleep. As I mold myself to her for warmth, I laid there and remembered the night before…. It was a large party, people everywhere. Drinking abounded; everyone was, or was getting, drunk. Drugs, the amount of which wassimply amazing, filtered through out the entire party. Generally it was simply mass pandemonium. I remember one point rather vividly, the moment SHE walked in and sat down. My eyes were drawn ever towards her.

How long I had stared at her I do not know, but I was slightly distracted for, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another doing as I did. The rage that welled up from inside me was enormous. I took two hits of acid and let them take effect before asking the guy if hewould like to go outside and smoke a joint. He hesitated, then he agreed, and we headed outside. He never saw it coming when i attacked him. It was a fast fight, for it didn’t take much to knock him out, as he was quite drunk while I was on my sixth hit of acid. When he fell unconscience, I went back inside with a smile on my face. Someone asked me where the guy had went and I simply replied, “Oh he passed out.” I looked around for her, so I might talk to her, but I could not see her anywhere. I asked everyone if they had seen her, or where she had gone. The only answer I got was, “Who?” I became melancholy, so I sat there and went into my own little acid world. When I came out of that little world I realized the party was over. Popping another hit of acid into my mouth, I closed my eyes to reflect for a while. That’s when I heard a floor board creak. I looked up… It was her in all her beautiful perfection. She stood as tall as myself. Her skin was a rival of Snow White’s, her hair was the shade of red that resembled blood, and went down to the small of her back without so much as a ripple to disturb the sheer straightness of it. Her eyes were a piercing green, and seemed to pierce right down to one’s soul. She smiled as she walked closer to me. Was I really seeing her? Was I still tripping on acid that bad? In a way I really could not care one bit. She kneeled down down before me so that her face was even to mine. “Who are you?” I asked in a quiet voice. She smiled at my question and then kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm. If there is a Heaven, surely I must have died. As she kissed me she moved around so that she was in my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck. So I wrapped my arms around he slender waist. When she stopped kissing me she laid her head upon my shoulder and we sighed in unison. “Want a hit of acid?” i asked, getting out my pillbox. She nodded yes, so I gave her one, resting it upon her out-stretched tongue, and took one for myself. We sat in utter silence for sometime, our eyes never once stopped wandering around the room. Suddenly she stood up and beckoned me to follow. I needed no convincing, I would follow her through the Gates of Hell if she asked me to. We went outside. There were no stars or moon to be seen in the night sky. She walked before me, turned to face me, spread her arms wide as though she was hanging from a cross, and tilted her head to look into the heavens above. As she did this the heavens opened up and it began to gently rain on us. It was no more than a mist. She tilted her head back down to face me. I went over and knelt down at her feet; my head tilted to face the ground. I felt her hands upon my head. Never had I felt such peace. For how long I had knelt there I am not too sure of. I felt pressure on my head to look up at her. When I could see her face she leaned over and kissed me. Hand in hand, we went back inside, did some fun things and fell asleep in each other’s arms… You know I still don’t know her name and guess what…. I don’t really care.