In the last chapter, Jess seems to have found a new food source, or at least she hopes so. After finding and planting some seeds, she now eagerly awaits what will come of it. And to their amazement, the plants on this island are growing rapidly. She explored the underwater world and found a treasure chest that she wanted to open later. And then one day there was that night…
I think it was two days later when I woke up feeling like it was going to be a good day. And so it was. When I looked at my plants, I noticed that some wanted to grow tall and didn’t have a proper support. So I supported them with a few sticks I carved myself, which I planted in the ground for the fresh shoots to hold on to. And the tree… It stood in front of me in all its glory.
And again I wondered how it could be that everything could grow so fast there. Then I thought about how this island must have formed. Volcanic activity, of course, that was it!… Not only is this island rich in plants, it has its own natural fertilizer. That was the solution to the riddle. Volcanic rock and the minerals made everything there almost overgrown.
I thought a lot back then. Actually, it was not that bad for me on this island. I had enough food, a reasonably warm bed and some ideas. But the loneliness and the fact that you don’t have anyone to talk to makes you almost insane. Other people… They were out there somewhere and I couldn’t reach them. Unless…I could manage to build a boat strong enough to get me out of there. Far away, no matter where, the main thing is somewhere where I can be with others. I was „trapped“ somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. But it wasn’t meant to be my prison forever. Building a boat – but how? I had to make a detailed plan about it first.
The same evening. My head was so full of ideas and plans. But I had no choice but to put them in a mental box to retrieve them later. After all, I didn’t have the opportunity to write everything down. I went to sleep exhausted. And I started dreaming. But…this dream was so incredibly real, I felt warmth, heat, fire…
I remember it clearly. I was standing somewhere… In a forest. It smelled of different herbs, flowers and ash… And I wasn’t alone. Someone was with me – a man. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and his hands on my skin… Strong manly hands pulling me to his body. I was paralyzed, wanting to free myself, but my body seemed to know exactly what was going to happen and let itself be guided by the stranger.
I was afraid for a moment that the fire that surrounded us would engulf me. But he said in a deep voice that I need not fear. His hands wandered over my body. And it was like watching it from the outside, like watching a movie, a very sensual movie. I could see symbols on his body – but not his face. And I wondered who he was.
It wasn’t just the air that burned, no, it was his hands that made me feel like any touch from him would burn my skin. And all I heard was the sound of the flames blazing and his breathing. I tried to free myself from his arms. „please don’t go… I need you“. Again there was that deep voice I heard behind me. I wanted to say something, but before I could get a syllable out, I felt he wanted more than just touching me. I didn’t know whether to be scared or to let it happen.
But I could no longer withdraw from him, my body was begging for him too much. A shimmering haze displaced even the smallest inhibition and I let myself fall.
It got more and more intense. I felt that we were becoming more and more of a unit. In my mind’s eye I saw colorful, pulsing lights and I felt like I was in a kind of intoxication. Like I’m under the influence of drugs. No, there wasn’t anything on the island that could have gotten me into this state… Then where did this feeling come from?
I was completely confused. From the feeling of intoxication and also because of this stranger who suddenly appeared in my dream out of nowhere. „you are not dreaming… I have connected with you“. Although I felt like I was far away in another world, I heard him loud and clear. „Who… are you?“. I had trouble saying those words. He turned me around to face him, but even then I couldn’t see his face…
But then something unexpected happened. It was as if, for some reason, the connection was suddenly severed… Where we had just been tightly embraced, passionately sharing our bodies, everything was suddenly over and he was standing in front of me. “I am someone you can be one with. Also…I think you can help me“/ „help? how?“. But before he could answer, he slowly began to dissolve in front of me.The last thing I could see were his eyes, suddenly flashing out of the darkness, blue eyes that were as mysterious as the encounter itself. I felt the feeling I had a few moments ago drain away. This intoxication. „I’ll be back… Soon“. His last words echoed through the night. And with him the fire that surrounded us also disappeared.
Sex is a wonderful way of communicating. But was the stranger just about sex or did he really need help like he says? Was it just a dream or is there more to it than that? We will see…