This is a bit bizarre, and I'm not even that "woowoo" of a person (I take all spirituality with a grain of skeptical salt), but I am also not too proud to admit there are things we do not know in this world, so here we go.
Last night, I dreamt of the greatest love I've ever experienced. It felt completely real, it did not feel like a dream at all. I was loved in the warmest, gentlest, most all encompassing way by a Daddy Dom who made me feel the safest and most understood I've ever felt. I wonder if he's real and if he's here? I was so sad to say goodbye when I woke up, and I have been grieving him all day, so this is a strange post made out of hopeful desperation.
He was very tall, built/muscular, heavily tattooed, bald with a big beard. He worked in art department for film and loved to dress up for things like Ren Faire and Wasteland Weekend. Deeply romantic, intelligent, and well spoken. Gentle but firm - a perfect compliment to my unhinged bratty energy without being patronizing to me. He called us "the Garfield and Tigger of weirdos who dress up".
I know this sounds bonkers, but fuck it, why not try. Are you real? Are you here?
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