A dream, those few that you want to never wake from, that leave you in a world holding the ability to use every sense to your advantage. This, a dream like none other.<br/><br/>I wanted a simple dance, ah how I love to dance; and I do not speak of a dance that is fast paced or out of control; the dance that counters the embrace with the desire to find, feel, the music.<br/><br/>Such a partner, is almost impossible to find.<br/><br/>Perhaps that is why, this dream is taking place. To see, if that partner, comes to the dance, and is able to perform as masterfully as I need him to; and as I close my eyes, and slip away, in the dark recess of my mind, my last thought is that, this dance, might forever stay.<br/><br/>~*~A time of plunder and greed, of wenches and manliness that owns them at least for the night; a time of seas travelled far more than any road, this era a time when Pirates ruled, and this evening, my dream led me into a surreal place where a gathering was happening.<br/><br/>An annual gala, a masquerade, where these bands of rulers of their domain put down differences, locked up their treasures, and enjoyed life in its simplest form. The island held a warm breeze, tall palms tickling the pink and grey hued skies as they blew softly above, merriment abounding as it appeared, I was already late, many chortling, tales of woe and battles ringing through my ears, and as I woke within this dream, a sight that I, had never seen before.<br/><br/>A large building, nature unknown, lit the entire island with torches and candlelight, music playing in the background, singing and cajoling, as well as the hearty â€˜arrrrrâ€™sâ€™ of so many.<br/><br/>Of course, before proceeding ahead, I took a peek at my own form, living in this dream for as long as it lasted in pajamaâ€™s, would certainly be a terrible thing. To my surprise, I was garbed in a beautiful old-style dress; deep crimson velour, trimmed in gold threadwork, a square neck-line offering enough to keep things in check while still showing some womanly taunts, the bodice tight enough that my breaths were short, flowing from the waistline this dress was helped with a thick underskirt of tulle, the length brushing the sand at my feet. With a huge smile, I reach to tug the dress up slightly by the sides, and notice a pair of black leather knee-high boots, laces tied, and just above that, around my thigh, a lace garter wielding a small, however effective blade.<br/><br/>With a drop of the hem, and a shake of my head, slightly curled hair falling around my face, I began towards this building. I pay no mind to the whistles and calls of the cheeky pirates around, men are men, and after awhile, few grab my attention, those that do, should consider themselves lucky.  Oddly, those few figure that out too late.<br/><br/>Dreams must go on, and so this does, as I enter the doorway of heavy oak wood, and my eyes light up with excitement, heart racing, as a female keeps tapping at my right shoulder. Finally I acknowledge the pain in the ass and snap my head to this person that just wonâ€™t leave me alone to enjoy my precious and short time, tone irritated, eyes squinting at her, â€˜what do you want?!â€™.<br/><br/>She gives a hearty laugh, her face masked as she is also dressed fanciful, her choice in colors brilliant greens, trimmed with silver beadwork. Her accent thick, she undoubtedly a warrior of the sea, and she remains jolly, as if she expected me to react this way, â€˜mâ€™lady ye be needin a coverinâ€™ fer dat pretty lil face oâ€™ yers. Tis a ball, an us wanders dun need da outsiders ta be recognizin us if an when ye sees us agains! Now take da mask an ye be ready fer yer eve! Ya has til da chimin of da bell te finish yer business here den leave an never remember dis here place!â€™<br/><br/>The femme presses a simple, yet gorgeous mask into my palm, it made of gold, oval in shape, offering enough to cover basic features of cheeks, the bridge of my nose, and partial forehead. I turned it over within my hands, not seeing a strap or a way for this item to stay in place, and the woman laughed in amusement as she watched me, then offered a helpful hint, in a softer tone, â€˜mâ€™lady, ya just put it on. Da maskâ€™ll do its rightful job, trust mehâ€™.<br/><br/>I peered quizzically at her, and rolled my eyes, then pushed the mask on my face. She did not lie, as it formed around my features, and I do recall, becoming frightened at this moment; my hands grew cold, goosebumps rose, as my mouth became dry.<br/><br/>What the hellâ€¦.had I conjured up in my mind, and as I turned to leave this place that now gave me a fright, afterall, masks justâ€¦.sucking onto your flesh isnâ€™t such a healthy dream, now is it? This cannot possibly lead to any good, right?...<br/><br/>As I was saying, as I turned to leaveâ€¦.is when I heard a voice, unrecognizable, yet one that I would never forgetâ€¦.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b554/MillyDevitt/f0b564a4-66f5-40e8-acf7-f587369f2ac8_zpsbf62d0af.jpg">[ img ]</a>