10-24-07 Dream Time

This is a Dream I had about 2 weeks ago....
I was in the tents of the Sultan. For weeks my family had been his guests. He had wined and dined us, given us gifts of gold and livestock. All of this would put my family way beyond their means for generations to come. I was responsible for my family rising from the lowliest class to a life of relative comfort---all because the Sultan fell in love with me.
Now here we were alone, in his tent. He was Large and Dark, with a heavy beard. His eyes seemed to pierce me. His robes, woven with threads of gold among the red and purple, glimmered in the lamplight and made him look even larger. He scowled at me.
"Submit to me, woman--kneel at my feet at give me honor for I have taken your pitiful family out of the dirt and raised them up to respectibility. You should be so grateful to me that you would kiss the soles of my feet."
At that, I tore off the jewelry the Sultan had so "generously" given to me and ran to the door of the tent. At that point I didn't care what happened. I would be disowned by my family for leaving ---perhaps killed by the Sultan's guards. I just knew that I would not kneel to a man who demanded my precious submission as if he had a right to it. And I could certainly never kneel to a man who threw what he had given in my face as if it were a price he had paid.
But as I drew the curtain open and the minstrals and people making noise outside got louder, I suddenly , saw movement and shadow out of the corner of my eye and I let go of the tent door and as the curtain closed, I turned around...
The Sultan had dropped to his knees.
"I need you" he said. "I need you in my life and I love you more than life. Please stay."
I walked over to him, facing him--kneeled . Then I cuddled down in his arms *just a little lower* than him and looked up into those Fierce Dark Eyes and started talking to him like Best Friends.
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This is where I woke.
It was a Beautiful Dream--the Sultan seemed a little cartoonish though--picture Bluto (Brutus) from Popeye.
I remember feeling genuinely touched when the Sultan kneeled. I felt all the feelings.
I know I would be the one kneeling in the morning.