Summary: Little fragments of memories cling to the edges of her mind as she dreams of what she can never remember.
Dreams
Running…running…always running. Running from wasps, running from people with guns, running from shadows….
It was great hesitance that Donna opened the small notebook, pen poised in her hand. Her dreams swirled around in her head, and she sat quietly for a moment in an attempt to sort them out.
They weren't always running away, though. Sometimes they would run towards something, running with great purpose. She sometimes wondered what they were running towards.
She woke up at two o'clock each morning, her dreams as vivid as if they had actually happened. She didn't know why it was always two o'clock, it just was. She had a feeling that it was somehow important, but she couldn't remember….
Often there was a man, in those vivid dream of hers. Sometimes there was a blonde girl, or a professor, or a doctor with dark skin. But there was almost always a man in a suit, who seemed to have everything under control. When he was in her dreams, she felt safe.
When she was awake, she felt as though she was missing something, as though there was something in her dream that she had forgotten. She could never shake that feeling, and it hung over her all day. There was always a bit of her mind trying to remember, even when she was focusing on something else.
The nightmares were the worst. Those dreams when he wasn't there, when she was facing something terrible on her own, were the ones that woke her up screaming. Afterwards, she knew it was pointless to get back to sleep.
She placed the tip of her pen on the crisp, white paper, trying to think of the words that she would write. She could see the pictures in her head; she could feel the emotions that she had dreamt of.
Memories lay dormant until she fell asleep. When that happened, they filled her dreams until she was drowning in impossible things. Dreams of fire and wonder and beauty.
But try as she might to write them down, words would not come. Those times were gone, only ever to be relived in her dreams.