A Dream in Puberty
A Vision Beyond Puberty
Nearly fifty years on from the weirdest dream I’ve ever had, I’ve decided its time to finally tell the world.
Like any hormone charged adolescent I careered along the confusing path from pre-pubic innocence to a fully-fledged testosterone-charged teenager hell bent on populating the planet.
In my day there was no internet, no computer images and porn was restricted to the X-rated films they showed at the Select cinema near where I grew up. The urge to discover the female form was natural enough and we pursued whatever lines were open to us at the time. This was mainly restricted to gossip, hearsay and Health & Efficiency mags smuggled from the under-the-bed collection of a friend’s older brother. Guiltily viewed in the abandoned concrete Pill Box once used to spy out for an enemy that never came.
Of course we got various practicals if you get my drift, but nothing on the scale of today’s youth. We were in a much more cloistered era and furtive gropes with willing girls was as far as it went. My generation or at least the mates I grew up with still persisted in growing up slowly and only slackening our grip on the past in gradual stages.
Still, at fourteen I was biologically compelled to view the female form as a trophy to be held, a prize I just had to have. It was all lust and powerful urges. So when one particular dream came my way, it shook me and I mean SHOOK me.
The dream was in itself devoid of all detail but the immediate vision directly in front of me and what was and still is so compelling is the overpowering feelings that went with it. Feelings I had never before experienced.
It was simple; yet it was life changing for me. The dream was simply this; a baby in blinding white robes being handed to me. All that was visible were the arms of the adult holding the child and the child its self. All else was blanked out by the blinding, almost heavenly light that surrounded the child and the offering arms.
The feeling of joy, and of a love I had not experienced was to stay with me forever. Even now, only holding my children for the first time only comes close to that dream.
Was I being shown something new? Was it simply a rite of passage? Whatever it was I am glad it happened and always will remember that first beautiful dream.