Dream Sonnet
"I had that dream again," I told Jenni.
"Which one?" She replied.
It was a warm autumn day. Jenni and I, Jesse, were sitting on our favorite spot, a cliff that stretched a mile above the rest of the land. There was a tree that shaded us there. We would sit and talk about our day, letting time fly by, until it was near dark, and we hiked the ½ mile home. We told everything to each other, and I believe that's why we don't have any major feelings about each other, in THAT way. I think someone that close should stay a friend.
"The one about the angel?" she asked.
She stood up on her elbows from the lying position we were in, and yawned.
"Yea. Except it was brighter this time, and. well. Never mind."
"Well what?"
"Er. except I was the angel this time."
She gave me an odd look. "You? I can't understand your dreams at all. If I could, it would do us a lot more help."
She was right. I cannot explain it, but every dream I've had either had a follow up dream or not, but it/they ALWAYS ended up predicting something.
For example, I may dream of A cake, and the next day a man would give me something to eat, or if I dream of a crystal, Jenni might come to find me that day.
However, it wasn't always a small thing. For example, when I was 10, I was invited to Jenni's birthday party, the first time I would meet her parents face-to-face. Jenni would tell us about each other, but she never mentioned that I was living on the streets, for fear what her father would say. He was a hard man to get close to, she'd say. Turns out her father had a genetic disease. We were introduced and he decided to go to bed around 1:00 PM that day, because he wasn't feeling well. Jenni thought nothing of it. "Don't worry, this happens from time to time. He'll be up in an hour or so." But he wasn't I had put my share of food and fun in for the day, and was feeling sleepy. I found a shaded spot of un-mowed grass near the side of the house, facing the setting sun. I had dozed off, and that dream I Had was very odd. I remember Jenni's father falling, calling out to me. And when he hit the ground. I awoke in a cold sweat. Jenni noticed I was wide-eyed and panting. I don't know why, I don't remember telling myself to act, but the next thing I knew I was racing down her parent's halls. I didn't know where I was, never actually being in her house, but I seemed to know where I was going. Jenni was calling after me. "Where are you going?!" and "You can't be in here!" but I ran, and as soon as I opened the door to where I was going, there he was, in his room, on the floor. Her father was having a major heart attack. When the medics arrived, he asked to talk to me. On the stretcher, he told me he knew what was happening, but couldn't move anywhere. He mentioned that he had passed out, about the same time I fell into my nap. He told me that he could feel me in his mind, and was comforted by the thought. After that, I was welcomed there whenever I wished. The paramedics said, if I had found him any later. He'd be gone. "It's getting late." Jenni said. "I should probably go." She rose, and I could see up her skirt so I squinted and looked away. No reason to invade privacy. She gave me the usual, casual, just-friendly kiss on the cheek and walked towards the bright light on the horizon, dubbed as Tokyo. I looked at the ground and felt tired. I climbed into the tree, on my usual branch, the most outstretched, yet strongest branch. That night, when I fell asleep, I had no dreams at first then later on, I had a dream I was trying to interpret while viewing it. In my dream I was falling, yet there was no ground to land on. I slept on.
This story is property of ME! I have copyrighted it and any copy's I find anywhere will have legal actions taken upon them.
"I had that dream again," I told Jenni.
"Which one?" She replied.
It was a warm autumn day. Jenni and I, Jesse, were sitting on our favorite spot, a cliff that stretched a mile above the rest of the land. There was a tree that shaded us there. We would sit and talk about our day, letting time fly by, until it was near dark, and we hiked the ½ mile home. We told everything to each other, and I believe that's why we don't have any major feelings about each other, in THAT way. I think someone that close should stay a friend.
"The one about the angel?" she asked.
She stood up on her elbows from the lying position we were in, and yawned.
"Yea. Except it was brighter this time, and. well. Never mind."
"Well what?"
"Er. except I was the angel this time."
She gave me an odd look. "You? I can't understand your dreams at all. If I could, it would do us a lot more help."
She was right. I cannot explain it, but every dream I've had either had a follow up dream or not, but it/they ALWAYS ended up predicting something.
For example, I may dream of A cake, and the next day a man would give me something to eat, or if I dream of a crystal, Jenni might come to find me that day.
However, it wasn't always a small thing. For example, when I was 10, I was invited to Jenni's birthday party, the first time I would meet her parents face-to-face. Jenni would tell us about each other, but she never mentioned that I was living on the streets, for fear what her father would say. He was a hard man to get close to, she'd say. Turns out her father had a genetic disease. We were introduced and he decided to go to bed around 1:00 PM that day, because he wasn't feeling well. Jenni thought nothing of it. "Don't worry, this happens from time to time. He'll be up in an hour or so." But he wasn't I had put my share of food and fun in for the day, and was feeling sleepy. I found a shaded spot of un-mowed grass near the side of the house, facing the setting sun. I had dozed off, and that dream I Had was very odd. I remember Jenni's father falling, calling out to me. And when he hit the ground. I awoke in a cold sweat. Jenni noticed I was wide-eyed and panting. I don't know why, I don't remember telling myself to act, but the next thing I knew I was racing down her parent's halls. I didn't know where I was, never actually being in her house, but I seemed to know where I was going. Jenni was calling after me. "Where are you going?!" and "You can't be in here!" but I ran, and as soon as I opened the door to where I was going, there he was, in his room, on the floor. Her father was having a major heart attack. When the medics arrived, he asked to talk to me. On the stretcher, he told me he knew what was happening, but couldn't move anywhere. He mentioned that he had passed out, about the same time I fell into my nap. He told me that he could feel me in his mind, and was comforted by the thought. After that, I was welcomed there whenever I wished. The paramedics said, if I had found him any later. He'd be gone. "It's getting late." Jenni said. "I should probably go." She rose, and I could see up her skirt so I squinted and looked away. No reason to invade privacy. She gave me the usual, casual, just-friendly kiss on the cheek and walked towards the bright light on the horizon, dubbed as Tokyo. I looked at the ground and felt tired. I climbed into the tree, on my usual branch, the most outstretched, yet strongest branch. That night, when I fell asleep, I had no dreams at first then later on, I had a dream I was trying to interpret while viewing it. In my dream I was falling, yet there was no ground to land on. I slept on.
This story is property of ME! I have copyrighted it and any copy's I find anywhere will have legal actions taken upon them.