I lied! It is Bryna again.
The lines in the Dream are from A Midsummer Night Dream....I don't own them. They are good ole Williams! I blame the fact I tried to watch the newer Romeo and Juliet.
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I do not own Twilight.....Bryna and Aaron are mine......::Cuddles characters.::
Swimming in a pool of black water, the tempter dropping as I struggled to the surface, my lunges feeling pressure as I gasped for air. It seemed as no matter how fast I swam I never gained any distance. I grew sleepy in the water, and went limp as the lack of oxygen became apparent. My eyes slide shut as my body went limp, my body floating there. Then I was falling, fast the window blew me and I started to spin around as I started descending faster. I could not tell where the ground was because I was still surrounded by darkness. I wanted to scream, but I could not seem to get enough air in my lunges to let out more then a said pitiful wail. Closing my eyes as a wave of fair moved over me I prayed that I would wake up this had to be a dream, but nothing happened.
It seemed like I was falling forever and the terror grew inside me. I tried to scream again, but nothing escaped my lips. There was a flash of light that blinded me and I moved my arm in front of my face as the light burned my eyes. Tears seemed to escape at the pain. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back in a green field that smelled of wild flowers and morning dew. The sun was bright and beat down on me. My eyes looking around and I saw nothing but the trees that lined the field. It was then I noticed the white silk I was dressed in. It looked like a toga of some kind and I shook my head. I wore a few bracelets that looked like gold and a crown of golden leaves on my head.
Standing, I moved through the field to the trees, my feet could feel the lush grass under my toes. It seemed like I was looking for someone and waiting for them to come to me. I stood there and wait a few moments and a figure walked out from behind the trees. I saw him and I knew I smiled as the tall dark figure moved towards me. When he came forwards I watched her honey colored eyes, his ebony hair down and brushing against his hard face. Watching him a moment he spoke to me.
"How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?" He said.
"Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes." I replied.
"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood,--" He responded to me.
"O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low." I said and as he was about to speak again, the seen changed.
I standing in the same, place but it was a later hour and my true love was no longer there. There was a blonde main standing in front of me. His hair was short and spiked out. His eyes a strange color of violet and there was much discuss for the man in front of me.
"What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?" I asked him.
"I had rather give his carcass to my hounds." He informed me.
Outraged and angered I spoke again. " Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake! Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung."
"You spend your passion on a misprised mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell." He ansered and for I could answer I was being awoken by a nagging beeping that never wanted to end.
The annoying beeping noise that awoke me from the strangest dream of all. My head was pounding and there was a nauseous feeling in my stomach. What was I thinking last night? I wondered and rolled over, deciding to day was not a good day to leave my bed. As I laid there amount I watched the sunshine through my window and across the floor. That was such a strange sight and sighed. It was going to be a beautiful day and I was going to waste it with a hang over. I hoped I had not done anything really stupid, though I could not help but think I had. Another loud screeching noise rang through my head as my phone alerted me I had a text message.
Reaching for the phone and I sat up. I found it on the floor where I must of dropped it when I stumbled in last night. There was three different messages from Liana, one from Abby and another from Nessie. She usually did not text and was most likely to call me. I laid there a moment and read over the texts.
"Hey, you ok? What happened? Was that really Coach Hardy? Is there something going on between you?" Was the message one from Liana. I groaned.
"Are you alive? Did he kill you?" Was the second from Liana and I groaned again.
"Did you pick up your car?" Was the last. That was a no, where was my car?
"How was last night? Did something happen?" Was the text from Abby.
"Hey, don't forget I am coming over at three." Was the last one from Nessie. Wonderful I had to cook Russian food. At that a feeling of nausea moved though my body and I was flying to the bathroom.
"No more tequila." I muttered as I laid on the floor for a moment. I was feeling much better and got in to the shower. The water help and the aspirin I downed when I was done help with the pain in my head. When I went back to my phone I had another text from Liana.
"Bryna! You better text me back." I shook my head and moved to the window. Checking to see if my car was there or not. It was, thank goodness. I texted Liana back and then headed to my computer. I emailed Parker first.
Hey Parker,
What is shaken? Did you have fun in Salem? I hope you did. You will not believe what happened to me, l was dragged into this bar and ended up getting drunk I know, not me at all. Well, it was interesting, there is more I have to tell you, but it will have to wait since I want to tell you on the phone. I will call you later Nessie is coming over and we are going to cook something Russian. I just need to figure it out. I will talk to you later.
Love
Bryna
The email was sent and I hit the web looking up something to eat. I was thinking about Kvass, but it turned out to be a mildly alcoholic and had to ferment. I learned that it sales were squashed by western soft drinks it was making a come back. That was interesting to know. But I decided that we would make Shchi. It was a cabbage soup. It sounded good, but looked gross. I printed up the receipt and waited for Nessia to arrive. It looked like we were going to have to go to the grocery store first.
I checked my watch and I had time. What was I going to do, I sat on the computer and decided to play a game of online chess. I was not really good, but I had time and I was not in the mood to write my essay for English. I would do that Sunday when I had nothing to do.
As I sat there and lost, I remembered something I guess I had been trying to forget. I kissed him. I kissed my teacher. Lovely I muttered and I wanted to melt into my chair. I wonder if Nessie knew, I hope not that would be awkward. I shifted in my seat and looked at the computer screen. I could never go to gym again. I shook my head and brushed a hand through my hair. I sighed and closed my eyes as I tried to think about what I was going to do. Then it hit me, I was going to deny and forget.
