White hot light burns through the night, illuminating everything that could be seen.  The horizon was dark, black and foreboding, but the trees around him were as colorful now as they were at high noon in the middle of an autumn day.  He could not believe the power that was surrounding him.  The feeling of belonging.  The warmth that the touch that for so long he had desired.  He never knew that he desired this though.  How could he.  A childhood fantasy?  It was merely a dream.  Wasn't It?  He kept telling himself.  How could he accept it?  A stranger?  Yet, he loved her before he met her?  She knew.  She knew it all.  She knew details that he had forgotten and refused to remember.  The ribbon.  The little red ribbon.  Her eyes.  How deep they were.  Perhaps I should begin telling you everything that there is to tell.

    As a child, I would lay asleep and dream.  I would lay awake, functioning and pursuing my desires as they arose, but all while I still dreamt.  However, during one such night, I found myself in a dream unlike any other dream.  This dream was real.  I could feel, smell, touch, taste, think.  I was as awake as any other day.  Except it was different.  The landscape was perfect.  The grass was a perfect green.  The tree's branches were a perfect brown.  The school house was a perfect red with perfect black shutters and perfect black shingles along the roof.  The layout was an area about 150 foot by 150 foot.  Everything lined up in perfectly.  There was a red schoolhouse with black shutters, a black door opening, and black shingles for a roof.  It was 2 stories tall with 5 windows on the front upstairs, and 4 windows downstairs, 2 to the right and 2 to the left of the door which was in the center of the front downstairs.  Every windows was perfectly spaced apart from each other, the roof and the ground.  The schoolhouse was set toward the corner, diagonally across the glade.  To the right of the schoolhouse a large, ancient Oak tree, majestic and full of life, old and wise.  From it's branches lingered two long, large ropes attached to a thick, good quality oak swing.  The grass was about 1" high, perfectly cut.  The glade was surrounded by a row of perfectly spaced pine trees, all of them the exact same size, shape and design.  Beyond the trees in every direction, a long, never ending field of tall grass, ending in a perfect horizon.  The sky was a crisp blue with bubbly, marshmallow like white clouds.  White like no other white.  Within the windows of the school were painted yellow oak desks, green chalk boards with white chalk, and yellowish glossed hardwood floors that showed of no prior usage.

    As I sat there swinging back and fourth in the rope swing, I noticed children between the ages of 13 and 16 looking out at me from the windows.  Most of them were female, few male, and a beautiful school teacher in her mid 20's.  However, I knew that I also was in my mid 20's (remind you, this dream was when I was 15).  As I looked on and continued swinging, a gorgeous, well built, well proportioned young lady stuck her head out the middle upstairs window.  She glanced at me for a moment and then spoke.  Her words were intelligent, flowing, well thought and well delivered with immaculate timing.  As I swung as high as I could, I seemed to slow down while still swinging as high as before.  She asked "How are you?" ("I am fine") "Why aren't you flying around?" ("Because I can't")  "I thought all Vampires could fly?" ("Vampires?!!?") "Of course, Vampires.  You are one." ("I am?  How do I fly?")  "Perhaps try swinging as high as you can, and when you can get no higher, let go.  But don't fall.  Tell yourself to stay there." ("Ok").

    So, I swing as high as I can and let go.  But I don't fall.  I find myself bobbing up and down like one of those small red and white fishing floats on a calm lake.  As I readjust to the new sensation of floating in mid-air, the lady speaks again.  "You look confused" (But of course, I am not use to this) "How is that so, you are a vampire, are you not, you can fly, can you not?" (Fly!?).  At this moment, I begin flying around and around the schoolhouse, in a clockwise motion.  Flying up and down and up and down, around and around faster and faster, leaning and circling around and around until I become dizzy.  I float back up and begin bobbing again in mid-air in front of the girl.  I look at here and get a better look.  She is about 5'6.  She has large breast and large thighs, small waist and large eyes.  They are the deepest brown, soft and sincere.  Her hair is a brownish hue with red hints.  Her complexion is the softest, lightest white, with few freckles to accent just right.  Her lips are full and well set.  Most of all, her stance.  She stands with insecurity, but wisdom and confidence at the same time.  She can not be more than 15, but she has the eyes and knowledge of a 30 year old.  But she is sweet, the presence of a tiger flows around her.  We talk and talk for what would be hours, just exchanging information about ourselves and our life, so fast that I remember none of it, but know all of it.  I invite her outside, but she laughs.  "Silly, don't you know that you can't come inside unless invited, and if I come out, I would surely be at your mercy."

    I awaken.  I am full of energy like I have never been before.  I beg for sleep to be there again, but I now realize, it was just a preparation for the real meeting in the Camouflage Dragon, where, I turned, and saw a white shirt, with Tigger in the middle of it, and the most beautiful, well set, gorgeous Girl that I have ever come across.  I lost my heart then and there, and managed to get hers in return.