Lately I've been seeing things in my dreams and its about a hill... And on that hill there were a small tree and a flower bed next to it. But it intrigues me to say that what's with that?

The hill was similar to the picture but it was raining... And from what I saw, I was laying on the grass while it was raining. I don't understand why was I laying on the grass. If I was laying on the rain was I hurt? Or is it I was just there? And Ophelia wasn't there with me. I'm on my own. There was a small shovel next to the tree and I don't know why is the shovel there at the first place. No one was around... That's what I remembered. The flower bed was knocked down by the rain. The bed wasn't that strong anyway.

My question is why am I the only one on the field? Doubts aside from the dream I had, I went back to sleep. This time it was a clear day... I was painting under the same tree. But still why am I alone? Why do I have these dreams of the same hill over and over again. I stood up on the chair and walked around the field. Questioning why do I feel loneliness... These dreams makes me more lost to what I should know, the project behind our skills and talents should give a clue on why am I alone in the dream. I went further down the rabbit hole, I gave myself a countdown on how down I went. 5... 4... 3... 2... Wait? 1... I suddenly saw a glimpse of the dream but I was woken by my alarm clock Ophelia set for me to have a stable sleeping cycle. After that I went to the school...

After school...

I went to the lab for more testing. It was some basic trivia quizzes about colors and paintings. I finished the day and went back home. While I was walking back home. Monika and Ivan saw me walking back home and we had a small talk about what happened to me yesterday I guess Ophelia did tell them that I almost fainted. I can always trust Ophelia for keeping my secret and of course it was a shot talk, me, Ivan and Monika separated ways for tonight. 'Count how many flowers are there?' a voice went into my head saying those words. 'Can you hear me?' 'Count them in your sleep.' Am I hearing things?

After that I had dinner and I went to bed for today... In my dream I saw the flower bed. There were roses, lilies and other flowers there, I think this was the flower bed before the rain. But I realized that the flowers were different. I looked again... They were different that the others on my previous dreams but this time I saw my silhouette. He was mad at himself I can't understand what was his saying. He was really gray his face was sad but not depressed. To the point that he smiled at me and picked one of the flowers on the bed. It was short but he took another one. I suddenly woke up from that dream but before I woke up I heard beeps...

Strange... I stood up with a heavy thought that why did I saw a silhouette of myself? Well I'll stop myself to question more things before I overdo it again. I went to school but since I don't have tests today at the lab I went back home and went to my art room and painted myself a Victorian painting of a meadow with a woman sitting under a tree picking flowers. I called it 'Meadow Lass' She was wearing a light black dress, sitting on the grass while picking flowers with a smile. Did I just replicate my dream? I laughed. while there's paint on the floor that dripped from the paintbrush.

I called my contractor to have my painting to be sold. After a few minutes I got a call from my mom saying that my painting was different from the rest that I paint and I told her that it's a experiment painting and I want to know if the people like the painting.

And I opened my journal for recording my new painting and I went to sleep for another one of those dreams. This time I'll let the dream speak for it self...

-Chapter 24 concluded-