One night early last year, I had a very vivid dream that I met David Bowie and we made love two or three times. Wow what a lover! I felt everything, including every orgasm I had.
I felt from him a deep affection, a love like I’ve rarely known in my life.
I woke up that morning to learn he had died.
It was in that moment that I learned just how much I love him. I have known of him and his music pretty much all my life. I grew up with Major Tom on the radio. I was among that first generation of MTV kids and he had remade his image and persona once again for Let’s Dance, China Girl, Modern Love.
He was remade again into the Goblin King, and that is where my real love lay. I was completely in love with his creation. As the World Falls Down is one of the most touching, delicate songs ever written.
Now and then, as I’m lying down to sleep, I will think of him. I will let myself miss him as much as my heart needs to miss him. I actually feel lonely inside, still to this day feeling that empty space where he used to stand.
Now and then, as I’m drifting to sleep thinking of him, I feel him spoon in behind me. I feel his energy wrapping around me from behind.
I don’t know when or where we met before, but apparently our energies have known each other a very long time.