(WP) Reincarnation Nation
I had the first dream on my wedding night, wrapped in the arms of my wife. It was the happiest night of my life, and we’d fallen asleep tangled together, with her head on my chest.
As I drifted off to sleep, though, the hotel room started to disappear. The air became sweltering, and thick with humidity. The fragrance of wet earth and flowers surrounded me, and I gasped.
I’d been having the several variations of the same dream, but the main detail was always the same: a beautiful woman, begging me to come back to her. Sometimes I didn’t even see her; I could just hear her calling, her voice sweet and mournful.
Considering that I had just married the love of my life, I had hoped that the dreams would stop. But apparently luck wasn’t on my side.
“My love, where are you? I’ve waited for you to come back to me, for so long… I need you, and I grow impatient. Husband, come back to me…”
The voice was distant, echoing throughout the quickly forming jungle setting. All of the sounds were overwhelming, but her voice cut right through it all, slicing through my mind.
High and sweet, I followed the source of the sound, hands trembling, though from fear or anticipation, I could not tell.
When I finally reached the sound, the foliage parted to reveal the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She was perched on a sun-drenched rock, her head turned upward. It exposed her long neck, and for a few moments, I was overtaken by the urge to take her in my arms and cover that skin with kisses. She wore a gown more fit for a ball than a romp in the wild, untamed jungle, hugging her curvy frame. It was emerald green, and the full skirt ended in tulle that sparkled. She was barefoot, but I could see tattoos covering her skin. Her hair was brown, and flowed loosely down her back. It was her eyes, though, that were truly arresting.
They were the bright, glowing orange of a harvest moon, and she turned her head to look at me, head tilting coyly to the side.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see you,” She purred, stretching herself out on the rock; her movements were like a cat’s, languid and graceful.
“But you always did enjoy making me wait. Do you know who I am?”
I shook my head, struck mute by her beauty.
Something sparked in her eyes, and she clenched her fists, sitting up. She rose from the rock and stomped toward me.
“Allow me to enlighten you, husband. I am your goddess, your wife, the mother of your children. And I have come to collect you. It is time to rejoin us, your celestial family. I’ve had enough waiting.”
Though her voice was defiant, when she touched me, her skin was soft, and I shivered when she took my wrist in her hand.
When she took her hand away, I felt a weight on my wrist: a gold bangle, with moon and star charms dangling from it.
“Find me, my love. We need your help.
We don’t have much time.”
I awoke to my wife, Gabby, shaking my shoulder gently.
“Liam? Are you all right, love?”
“Yes,” I said, the word crumbling to ash on my tongue. I knew it to be a lie.
When I felt under my pillow, the bangle was there, as cold and smooth as it had been in my dream.