A story based on Joannuszka Slisznuszka’s dream of adventure, romance and above all the love of her dear teacher in the extreme danger of a night full of wolves in the mountains. All representing more than mere attraction but my angel’s faith in the one who constantly lived in her thoughts.
It was but last night that my deepest desires and above all love imposed themselves on my visions of the night, when to a large extent my being was transported out of the bed I share with my husband; on to the southern mountains of my native Poland. It being there where I found myself adorned in a long elegant white dress with a most decorative hat to protect me from the summer’s intense heat yet it was going to be my dear teacher who would defend me against the perils which unknowingly at the time we would encounter. The day was as bright as days as are known to be in our Polish Tatra mountains and how joyful it was to be hiking along with my dear teacher by my side so that I might allow him to see the beauty of the land I was born in. My dear teacher, naturally was no less well attired than myself, having downed a pair of blue trousers along with a shirt to match as well as a hat which only added to his distinction.
How serene it all was as we walked about peaks, gazing upon valleys below. Us feeling as if we were walking on clouds or at least such it appeared to me in the pictures my mind created while I slept away the hours of the night. There was almost an ecstasy as we held hands in order to help one another over the terrain while we looked one another in the eye, secure that our emotions of adoration we did not need to convey through uttered words; for subtle gestures more than sufficed. Smiles not limiting themselves to movement of lips, as they extended on to eyes to make it as clear as the day that ours was one of sentiments that went far beyond the sensuality which my dreams had previously held.
On this occasion however it was also our bodies to provide care for the other, as we guided each other through rocks and places of peril yet we were secure of the safety our relationship could provide even if conditions took on an extreme form. The day was as lovely as one could imagine it yet it was without notice that all transformed to contrast what had been a dream to nightmare when clouds became dark and all was but a blur as I fell far and fast off the ground I stood to depths below. How long I feel would be hard to say with any accuracy yet descend I did with speed to bring injury on to myself which would leave my dress in tatters while my body bruised and bloodied with sensations of only pain as I lay in total darkness. My thoughts were of despair as my body seemed to be no longer connected to my will which could not move my being from this situation of horror.
As all which had been but a few seconds ago had been but a mere memory of a distant past, for my present held me in agony of turning to total despair, as I felt my end approach yet in this it was my dear teacher to seek me out. This perhaps being the line of hope which kept me from fading away, as it was he who had been with me on so many occasions; who like the dream which had been came to my rescue. I, for my part did not experience but the sensation that there was somebody there to protect me, somebody who knew me and would do anything that I might be well, somebody who adored to the point that I did. It being my dear teacher, who even in my semiconscious state relaxed me that I might feel the security that regardless of what nature would hurl at us; we would survive.
My dear teacher’s presence being one to bring about a certain amount of relief from the pain which gripped my body while my mind could envision a way from which we might escape all so that I might laugh once again and recant this tale of my admirer’s bravery in the face of all the danger which had come over us. It was as if a dream within a dream or thus did it feel as my dear teacher carried me in his arms from where I lay in my wounds and hurt to a place of safety yet his arms and warmth were that which gave me all the security to savor the form in which I was being treasured by the one; I so much needed to be in my life.
The time passed yet little did I feel it for this was a state in which senses to detect certain things were not at my disposal. I, eventually coming back when a nearby campfire brought me back to all my senses and the sight of my dear teacher looking over me with utmost care. He having prepared a meal for the night which had already arrived so that we might not be burdened with hunger. It was the sensation of being so tended to that returned to me my spirit to realize that my body though badly damaged had not been as much as I had originally feared though in all truth its movements were limited.
How my dear teacher had made such a lovely feast to include so many of the foods I found so palatable under such harsh conditions was what I knew not yet this was not of consequence but that he had become my protector in my hour of need. So much did I want to savor this which my dear teacher had made with tenderness yet my body was still unable to sit up while my arms did not hold the strength that I might feed myself. My dear teacher however seeing my dilemma did not require that I tell him with words that which he sensed. As he fed me like a child who can not yet do for itself and as I gazed upon his hand which guided a fork in to my mouth with the food he had so delicately prepared; I could see the attention and devotion he dedicated to me that I felt both enchanted as well as slightly abashed.
My meal, I did enjoy like very few I ever had and I hold few doubts in my mind that it was this simple action of my dear teacher directly providing me with vitals that brought us closer than any of our previous actions even those which had included sexuality. It being the form he tended to me with so much adoration that surprised me for how sensual and even to a slight degree erotic it was, despite his not as much as bestowing a kiss on any part of my anatomy yet it was how he placed food in my hungry mouth and looked at me that made me feel the endorphin of carnal acts. This sensation relieving me in large part of the pain my body was unwillingly providing while lifting me to sweet visions of a future with my dear teacher to include a wedding and loving children.
The night was upon us as moonlight prevented total darkness from arriving. This as the sounds of wolves in the distance did not permit us to rest in total security, as the fear that we might encounter more than their howls was an ever present thought yet with my dear teacher’s arms around me I found slumber and sanctuary. I, feeling as if I needed not dread the wolves of the mountains, for if it came to a struggle between us and them; my dear teacher would find a way that we might survive as he had done till then.
Deep was my sleep as my dear teacher’s arms held me in more ways than to keep my body but provide me with all the sensations of comfort which our circumstances required, as we both took to getting the rest we would need for the following day’s journey to the nearest village. It being there were medical attention would be waiting yet it would not be an easy road which would take us there. It being long and even slightly treacherous with places where we might once again fall but it was the safety which my dear teacher granted which led me to believe that this time nothing would go wrong; for his affections for me would not allow for such.
The journey which took us to the village was long and not without hardships yet it was by days end that I found myself where doctors could start restoring my body. This after having lived or envisioned that which had truly frightened me yet not in the way one might think, for it had been but a dream or visions of the night which had ended most fortunately for my dear teacher and myself.
My fears are now based on the concept that all my previous dreams had been based on merely sexuality and the delights that tend to accompany it along with circumstances of glamour yet this particular vision allowed me to realize what I had been attempting to block out of my mind. These images as if being my subconscious’s way of forcing upon me what my conscious mind had not wanted to see, for I had in truth wanted to shut out how much I truly desired my dear teacher yet worse would be what came about in this dream of how I need him in so many ways that go beyond sexuality. For it is with him that I feel safe from all as I did in my dream and do in life beyond. For he is the one, I call for the help he never fails to deliver when problems arise; such as the time I burnt my hand badly or found a mouse in my bedroom.