For those who watch, they saw.

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For those of you who know not my... tricks... there was nothing.  Still, the dreams continue.  She walks with me, haunts me, terrifies me.  As monstrous as I am, is she terrible.  And, yet, in that, in her, in us, is the only place hope for a temporal manifestation of God's will, a place where heaven may be seen, and the function of the first bit of God's will to which man was introduced, be manifest.  Truly frightening.  Not without recompense.

She has been haunting my dreams, waking both a darkness and a goodness.  For man, and others called to His will and grace, can do no more good than evil in this fallen place.  And, yet, from the combined truth, with hope, in faith, by charity, the sum will become greater than their parts.  Both the function, her flesh, my want, our will, into another life.  Impossible.  She might be my impossible girl.

I don't know what came over me.  The dreams have been... pounding on me.  But I had contained them, held them at bay, dispensed with them.  Then, midday, for no good or ill reason, she found me.  A sweet, terrible, perhaps divine, intrusion.  So be it.

On the good side, what she does to me I do to her.  It... in either direction, isn't meant, it is simply necessary.  We have to be sure, don't we?  *smooch*