I dreamed the dream again that night. Just as vivid, just the same as the
two times before. Up until the end, the end was different. It was the same
fear in the dream, the unknown feeling of walking into that house, seeing
the broken furniture, the blood dripped onto the floor. As I walked down
the hallway again I felt with the anticipation of almost knowing what was
there, what was about to happen. But of course I didn't, the dream didn't
remember the reality that I had been here before. I almost prepared myself
in the subconscious as I put one foot over the threshold of the restroom my
mind didn't want to wander there again...but I felt something on my arm and I
jolted.
I turned and I saw the boy that I had seen everytime in the dream but only from the back before. He looked strangely familiar, and about 13 years old, not yet in his teens. He panted and I knew it was from his run...but why had he returned? He seemed so desperate to get away, running as though away from the fire of hell, that burned in that house.
"Why did you come back?" I asked him. His only reply was to pull on my arm and lead me down the hall, out the door and into the quiet now settled silence of night. "Whats going on?" I asked him hoping for an answer. I was anxious to know.
He turned to me and I recognized the face of one I loved as the young face of the boy seemed to grow into Race's face, as though it grew up at least 5 years in just seconds.
"Race?" I half exclaimed and half asked as my mouth stayed open in a gape.
He took his hand and closed my mouth for me then kept his hand over my mouth as though hinting at me not to speek. "You need not dig any farther," he said in a voice I didn't know, that wasn't his real new york accent that I knew to be his. "This path is ended...you've paved a new one for both of us. HE will be gone soon as it is seen. But beware for the path is yet still treacherous and will not be foretold correctly always." And he stopped and it seemed that he slowly faded away...till there was nothing.
I woke up in a daze and recalled the dream immediately. "What could it mean?" I said aloud to myself in the half light. Who was HE? And what does that mean a new path? That's treacherous? Then I laughed at myself it was a dream, they're not supposed to make sense and be normal. Weird though...how it changed after having the same one for days. And Race had been in it this time...or was it him all along..?.
Race sat up beside me and I started. I had almost forgotten where I was and didn't even think about that when I had woke from the dream.
"Whudds up?" he asked me sleepily and touched my arm.
"Dat dream again..." I said trailing off.
"De one from de odda day?" he asked and when I nodded he put his arms around me.
"Id was different though..." I said thinking about Race's face in my dream on the familiar looking younger boy.
"How was id different?" he asked comfortingly.
I shook my head not wanting to have to think about what the dream could mean and why I had it and why Race was in it along with a million other things. "Id was just weird, like de kinda weird dat only dreams can be." He nodded understanding and I continuted "id doesn't matta...Today's the rally!" I exclaimed suddenly, very random.
"Dea me id is!" he said sarcastically at me.
"Hey watcherself mista, don be makin fun of me!"
"Or whudd? Ye'll soak me?" he asked with a mocking face.
"Yer damn right I will!" I said pulling out of his arms to look at him, trying to keep my face serious.
"Whudd do ye think de odds of you winnin'll be? Betcha deyre pretty slim." I glared at him indignantly and he went on. "Wanna bet de next meal on ye winnin?" he said in his gambling voice.
"I won' bet ye." I said holding back a laugh.
"Dats because yer scared right?" he said egging me on.
I snorted in indignation, "Scared?!...You wish!? And I tackled him.
We grappled on the bed both trying to get the upper hand. A minute later we ended up with him on top pinning me to the bed.
"Damn you!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.
He was laughing and out of breath as well. "See? Good odds." He grinned down at me. "An now dat I've got ye whea I wan ye..." he leaned down and with me not being able to move (not that I would want to anyways) he kissed me.
When we stopped I said "Alright mista, off I gotta get dressed an ready fer sellin and den de rally."
I turned and I saw the boy that I had seen everytime in the dream but only from the back before. He looked strangely familiar, and about 13 years old, not yet in his teens. He panted and I knew it was from his run...but why had he returned? He seemed so desperate to get away, running as though away from the fire of hell, that burned in that house.
"Why did you come back?" I asked him. His only reply was to pull on my arm and lead me down the hall, out the door and into the quiet now settled silence of night. "Whats going on?" I asked him hoping for an answer. I was anxious to know.
He turned to me and I recognized the face of one I loved as the young face of the boy seemed to grow into Race's face, as though it grew up at least 5 years in just seconds.
"Race?" I half exclaimed and half asked as my mouth stayed open in a gape.
He took his hand and closed my mouth for me then kept his hand over my mouth as though hinting at me not to speek. "You need not dig any farther," he said in a voice I didn't know, that wasn't his real new york accent that I knew to be his. "This path is ended...you've paved a new one for both of us. HE will be gone soon as it is seen. But beware for the path is yet still treacherous and will not be foretold correctly always." And he stopped and it seemed that he slowly faded away...till there was nothing.
I woke up in a daze and recalled the dream immediately. "What could it mean?" I said aloud to myself in the half light. Who was HE? And what does that mean a new path? That's treacherous? Then I laughed at myself it was a dream, they're not supposed to make sense and be normal. Weird though...how it changed after having the same one for days. And Race had been in it this time...or was it him all along..?.
Race sat up beside me and I started. I had almost forgotten where I was and didn't even think about that when I had woke from the dream.
"Whudds up?" he asked me sleepily and touched my arm.
"Dat dream again..." I said trailing off.
"De one from de odda day?" he asked and when I nodded he put his arms around me.
"Id was different though..." I said thinking about Race's face in my dream on the familiar looking younger boy.
"How was id different?" he asked comfortingly.
I shook my head not wanting to have to think about what the dream could mean and why I had it and why Race was in it along with a million other things. "Id was just weird, like de kinda weird dat only dreams can be." He nodded understanding and I continuted "id doesn't matta...Today's the rally!" I exclaimed suddenly, very random.
"Dea me id is!" he said sarcastically at me.
"Hey watcherself mista, don be makin fun of me!"
"Or whudd? Ye'll soak me?" he asked with a mocking face.
"Yer damn right I will!" I said pulling out of his arms to look at him, trying to keep my face serious.
"Whudd do ye think de odds of you winnin'll be? Betcha deyre pretty slim." I glared at him indignantly and he went on. "Wanna bet de next meal on ye winnin?" he said in his gambling voice.
"I won' bet ye." I said holding back a laugh.
"Dats because yer scared right?" he said egging me on.
I snorted in indignation, "Scared?!...You wish!? And I tackled him.
We grappled on the bed both trying to get the upper hand. A minute later we ended up with him on top pinning me to the bed.
"Damn you!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.
He was laughing and out of breath as well. "See? Good odds." He grinned down at me. "An now dat I've got ye whea I wan ye..." he leaned down and with me not being able to move (not that I would want to anyways) he kissed me.
When we stopped I said "Alright mista, off I gotta get dressed an ready fer sellin and den de rally."