I was dreaming. At least I think it's a dream. A déjà vu dream. I know I had had it before. I had it a million times. I knew the end of it before I knew the beginning as if I had skipped a few chapters in the book of Destiny. As soon as I know I had had this dream before I knew I never had had this dream. I'm psychic I guess. Only in my dreams though.
I'm rambling aren't I? I always am. Melody says its cause I don't speak in the real world, I have to talk in my head. To which I reply 'What is the real world?' if you think about it there are so many worlds. The waking, the dreaming, your thoughts, everyone else's thoughts. I think everyone lives in their own separate world that just over lap like flower petals…
I'm stalling. I don't want to go back to my story. Something keeps me from moving on. It's the insanity. It keeps us sane.
I see someone on a bed. It's in the hospital. A woman on the bed. She talks to people who aren't there. She's asleep…but her eyes are open. It's like she's stuck in-between the two worlds. She starts thrashing. She yells in her sleepless slumber. She yells of people long dead who have done terrible things. She dreams of things being done to her. It scares her eleven year old daughter. Who let that kid in? I go to her to tell her to go get a soda or something. To comfort her and tell her her mother isn't crazy, that she's not in any pain. To tell her comforting lies.
I go over to the child but something stops me. She looks familiar. Light brown hair curls around her chin. A sprinkling of freckles lie on her pail face. Light blue eyes hide behind wire rim glasses. I know where I have seen her. In the mirror. Back before I started dying my hair and wearing contacts. This is me. And that's my mother on the bed.
I back up to the wall. My shoulders hit the solid resistance. I slowly slide down the wall. Threw the tears in my eyes I see a little girl. She appears to be little older than the young me. Her hair is blonde with streaks of every colour ever imagined. She is wearing an oversized black t-shirt and fishnet stockings. She stands beside my dream mother and smiles down at her.
A man appears in front of me. Blackish blue hair comes from his head in unruly spikes. Black eyes filled of forever gaze down at me. He is white as snow, white as a clean world. He is wearing a cloak the colour of his hair. This makes him appear to have no shape.
"You aren't supposed to be here." He mutters.
I manage a weak smile "Do we really have a place to belong? Cause if we do please tell me where to look. I've been lost for such a long time…" I dissolve into sobs.
He leans down. "How do you know you're lost?" I look up at his eyes and feel as if I am falling. It's warm. Like wrapped in velvet in the dark. I open my eyes and stair at the ceiling above the couch I sleep on.
It was just a dream. My mother isn't in a hospital. She is asleep. Suddenly her wails fill the hallway. Then again is there any such thing as just a dream?
