A Dream Not Her Own - Part 1
The sunset was miraculous and the woman sitting on the cliff edge watched it with sad eyes. As if unable to stand the sight before her, the woman stood and began descending the mountain path to a small homey little cottage...
A hand on her shoulder woke Kari out of her trance. Without looking up she knew who it was. "It must have been important for you to wake me."
"You've been out of it for almost ten hours and you've barely eaten anything in over two days! What's happening, Kari?" scolded a male voice over her left shoulder.
"You don't understand. I need more time."
A sigh is heard and retreating footsteps. Kari picked up her pen and closed her eyes.
Through the open door of a small cottage nestled in a glade of trees the woman can be seen sitting a table set for two. Hours pass and there is still no sign of her guest. At long last, she cleans up the ruined meal and goes to bed. After midnight a light rain begins to fall on the woman's pillow, and it is only a few hours to dawn when she fell into an uneasy slumber...
Slowly Kari came out of her trance with bright sunlight streaming through the window. A glance at the clock shows that it is nearly noon. "Takeru? Takeru, where are you?"
Takeru is walking down a sunny street leading to his brother's apartment. Normally he's not a quitter, but the situation is not a simple as it was when they were young. Back then he only had to compete with Davis the really dense clod that had pestered Kari all through Secondary School. But now . . . How does one compete with a dream?
The police had just left. The woman's expected guest of the night before had been in an auto accident on his way up the treacherous mountain road. She can be seen with her head in her hands, her wracking sobs echoing through the small cottage. The pain she felt was intense, the guilt almost unbearable. Now she could never tell him that she loved him...
Kari awoke to her own pain and the loneliness. She couldn't believe it. Takeru had left her when she most needed him. He just didn't understand. Kari almost didn't understand it herself. The pull, the compulsion to watch the woman, it was almost unreal.
The phone rings for the first time in days startling Kari out of her musings. She answers it. "Hello?"
"Kari, is Takeru there?" asked a voice. It was Yamatto, Takeru's brother.
"No, he left. I'm sorry."
Kari hung up the phone before Matt could say anything further, the tears streaming openly down her face. "What does this mean? Why did he leave?"
The vision shifts from the cottage to a section of road corded off by the police. The spectators had long since gone home, the rescue teams had been replaced by cleaning crews. What was left of the wreck could not be called a car, just a twisted mass of steaming metal. Soon no one would know the tragedy that had killed the only man she would ever love...
The visions were getting stronger now and Kari didn't need to meditate to see them. The woman's emotions were so similar to hers, and Kari felt more closely bound to the woman.
Just as suddenly as the visions had started coming to her, they stopped and she saw something else. Something a lot more painful.
Along the main street we can see Takeru wandering aimlessly amid many strangers. Abruptly he stops, looking around sharply. He moves forward again warily and hears the screech of breaks...
The reality happened shortly after Kari saw it.
Takeru was miserable. He wandered among strange faces before making his way back to his brother Matt's apartment. He was about to step into the street when he heard Kari's voice. She was nowhere in sight, but he looked again to be sure. Nothing. He stepped into the street. A car came squealing around the corner and Takeru barely had time to react before the world erupted in pain and went black.
The sunset was miraculous and the woman sitting on the cliff edge watched it with sad eyes. As if unable to stand the sight before her, the woman stood and began descending the mountain path to a small homey little cottage...
A hand on her shoulder woke Kari out of her trance. Without looking up she knew who it was. "It must have been important for you to wake me."
"You've been out of it for almost ten hours and you've barely eaten anything in over two days! What's happening, Kari?" scolded a male voice over her left shoulder.
"You don't understand. I need more time."
A sigh is heard and retreating footsteps. Kari picked up her pen and closed her eyes.
Through the open door of a small cottage nestled in a glade of trees the woman can be seen sitting a table set for two. Hours pass and there is still no sign of her guest. At long last, she cleans up the ruined meal and goes to bed. After midnight a light rain begins to fall on the woman's pillow, and it is only a few hours to dawn when she fell into an uneasy slumber...
Slowly Kari came out of her trance with bright sunlight streaming through the window. A glance at the clock shows that it is nearly noon. "Takeru? Takeru, where are you?"
Takeru is walking down a sunny street leading to his brother's apartment. Normally he's not a quitter, but the situation is not a simple as it was when they were young. Back then he only had to compete with Davis the really dense clod that had pestered Kari all through Secondary School. But now . . . How does one compete with a dream?
The police had just left. The woman's expected guest of the night before had been in an auto accident on his way up the treacherous mountain road. She can be seen with her head in her hands, her wracking sobs echoing through the small cottage. The pain she felt was intense, the guilt almost unbearable. Now she could never tell him that she loved him...
Kari awoke to her own pain and the loneliness. She couldn't believe it. Takeru had left her when she most needed him. He just didn't understand. Kari almost didn't understand it herself. The pull, the compulsion to watch the woman, it was almost unreal.
The phone rings for the first time in days startling Kari out of her musings. She answers it. "Hello?"
"Kari, is Takeru there?" asked a voice. It was Yamatto, Takeru's brother.
"No, he left. I'm sorry."
Kari hung up the phone before Matt could say anything further, the tears streaming openly down her face. "What does this mean? Why did he leave?"
The vision shifts from the cottage to a section of road corded off by the police. The spectators had long since gone home, the rescue teams had been replaced by cleaning crews. What was left of the wreck could not be called a car, just a twisted mass of steaming metal. Soon no one would know the tragedy that had killed the only man she would ever love...
The visions were getting stronger now and Kari didn't need to meditate to see them. The woman's emotions were so similar to hers, and Kari felt more closely bound to the woman.
Just as suddenly as the visions had started coming to her, they stopped and she saw something else. Something a lot more painful.
Along the main street we can see Takeru wandering aimlessly amid many strangers. Abruptly he stops, looking around sharply. He moves forward again warily and hears the screech of breaks...
The reality happened shortly after Kari saw it.
Takeru was miserable. He wandered among strange faces before making his way back to his brother Matt's apartment. He was about to step into the street when he heard Kari's voice. She was nowhere in sight, but he looked again to be sure. Nothing. He stepped into the street. A car came squealing around the corner and Takeru barely had time to react before the world erupted in pain and went black.