A wonderful dream?

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I didn't mention it, but last night I dreamed of getting married.  A fine, young, woman.  I mean wonderful.

We did well.  Got the house in order, then the yard.  Got things set up, for domestics, and... in time... children.

She would, sometimes, shake in my arms.  I knew why.  Women do that.  I was her first.  And, she was afraid of what was going to happen.  I just held her.  Sometimes patiently, sometimes... affectionately.

It was a wonderful dream.  If the truth is, I shook sometimes too.  Such a delicate woman.  To hold a woman is a terribly responsability.  A wonderful thing, too.  But men shake as well, sometimes.  We know, if we do things right, we will hurt her.  Terribly.  First, the physical act of giving birth.  Then, as the child grows, and leaves her.  We will break her heart.  And, finally, we will most likely die before she does.  The life of love is painful.

We know it.  We have to be the boss.  Like it or not.  It is part of our duty.  Not just because we are naturally more aggressive, but because... God said so.  Like it or not, that is part of our job, duty.  And, it's difficult.  But... required.

I wasn't going to write about it, then I ran into a vid.  I swear, someone sort of gets it.  Now, this vid isn't exactly the deal, but it... sure... has some familiar steps, initially.  And, later, in odd ways.  Had to laugh, and... went ahead and wrote up the dream.

Oh, the dream, though.  Touching her, holding her, living with and loving her.  What a dream!