so I'm in this room. It's octagonal with three windows on the east side of the room overlooking the ocean. It's night and there is a wind sweeping down the coast. It's so fresh it's almost cold on my skin. The wind, ebbing through the window and blowing thin gossamer curtains as they reach across the room. There is a bed. It's large and only has one white sheet. I can smell the salt air. The night is blue. The pale blue that only exists around the moon on a night she shows her halo. The curtain floats above the bed with every guts and falls to rest on her face. I'm not alone. beneath me is this woman who's face I never see. The The curtain lifts only and falls back to vail her face. Her skin is reflecting that glow that ambient light that you only while love making. Her body rolls with every gust of wind tickled by the touch of gossamer kisses on her body. Her hands are so soft and she holds my waist and pulls me close with passion like a thirst, deep and unyielding. The sound of the waves outside blend with her soft breathing. Like chanting from ancient priestesses calling the wind. Then the vale lifts and I look out to see this lighthouse in the distance that suddenly but momentarily lights the room. She says "I lov- "

I wake up, same dream a few times a year, every year since I was 12. Ten years later nothing has come close to the feeling I get in that recurring dream.