The "EDITED VERSION" is NOT this one and is posts below my thank yous.

This is a very rough draft of the first Dali Diary Entry of a series of six consecutive diary entries by a fictional character named Sascha Sterling.

Ms Jacquii...the LVS first diary entry...


Dali Diary Entry #1, February 20th, 1949-----Chocolate Dreams


Dear Diary,

I’ve been seeing Dr. Sydney O’Hara for over two years now. A highly respected Psychologist, with expertise in relationships, and not so well known is her expertise in paranormal relationships. My problem is that I seem to go through men like boxes of Kleenex. At thirty-five years old, and having gone through ten failed relationships and attempting more was the prerequisite to seek out one of the most prestigious
(and I might add, piquant) psychologists in the field.

Some things I love about Dr. O’Hara are her unselfishness, caring, and gentleness. Never is she demeaning or condescending, and only focuses on her clients’ concerns. When I’m expressing my emergent predicaments, she never interjects with explanations of her own problems, interrupts me, compares her problems to mine, converts the conversation to become about her, or tells how her problems are greater or more severe than mine. It’s as if she places herself in her client’s shoes. She is truly genuine.

Dr. O’Hara helps me to acknowledge and embrace my self-worth. I’m done with men for now and am on a path seeking new beginnings. However, I was not prepared for the path I’ve been forced to take, that’s forever changing my life day by day. {will be adding text here as soon as I sort things out}

About two months ago, I began experiencing something unnatural. Vivid, life-like visions of me having sex with a mystical, yet faceless woman began intruding and (shhh) pleasingly taking over my dreams. This mist of a woman had the most alluring chocolate tone and a very addictive zaftig figure. I’ve never experienced nor considered in any stage of my life a relationship with a woman, however, these dreams were unexpectedly tantalizing to me.

Dreams transcended into reality this past month, and I’m afraid to tell Dr. O’Hara the truth. This mysterious haze of a woman, my lover, has been visiting me every night, leaving behind unpleasant aromas like dust, naked bone, and arcane blood. She doesn’t have a face, doesn’t speak, and is virtually invisible; yet, I still can feel her gossamer like touch and the goosebump chill of her breath. Willingly I submit to her, as she makes my life so sweet as well as parallel Hell with her telepathic control. Even though I cannot see her, I desperately crave for a glimpse of just the umbra of her silhouette.

No one would believe such a story, so I choose to keep this peril a secret from my friends, family, and even Dr. O’Hara. At times, I find myself holding back my lust for Dr. O’Hara also, as she favors my mystery lover in many ways. Interestingly, instinct tells me that Dr. O’Hara is suppressing her desire for me too. It’s the twinkling soft whisper in her eyes, and the way she gently grasps my hands when saying goodbye. I would never confess nor lead on in any way such private thoughts.

I’m caught in a precarious web, hanging on between fantasy and reality. My only sanity is my diary. Perhaps I shall write a poem to my mystery lover. Whom would I address it to? I wonder if she has a name. Am I falling for her? How can I fall in love and with what or who?
Until tomorrow, I’ll continue to dream a chocolate dream.

Sascha Sterling