Wine

In this dream; David watched from the edge of plumb darkness, I danced with Marie,,, became so passionate that I twisted, and dragged my hands down my neck, as I threw my head back... my skin became something between a bota bag and a bottle...filled with warm thick wine, and I realized that the bottle was actually made of the liquid inside...and the liquid turned to the consistency of blood.....and the color of crystals and berry juice.....i was released

Dreamed by: Alis Weigle