This is my first time here, where is it? I was washed ashore, is this an island, I thought. I still felt like my body is being gently tickled by waves, although my head was hurting. That sensation kept me from concentrating, with each attempt I would suffer just more and more pain. My tired body was lying on the ground. My skin rubbed against the sand and fresh sea air filled my nostrils. I stood up and looked around. The beach was lifeless, not a single person in sight. Furthermore, in the distance, an endless horizon of space reflected by spuming waves, stretched out infinitely. Behind me, vast unknown exotic greenery, shadowed by the dim light from the moon. To picture my situation, it looked like I was the only human on this island in the middle of nowhere. I was going to either stave or survive long enough for someone to rescue me. Picking my hat up from the ground, I swept the sand off it and put it on its proper position. Strangely, even if it looked I was washed ashore, my clothes where still dry. Perhaps I just somehow got there, walking across the beach? But were no footprints, or any indication that someone was walking here recently, of course besides the ones I made recently. It wasn't important, I thought, and took for a stride in the sand towards the bush. I had to find something to eat, build a shelter and try looking for help. But I wasn't even able to tell where I am, as I was looking at the moon curiously looking for an answer. It was probably around midnight, though I couldn't be sure of that. The sky, there was something unsettling about it, I couldn't describe. It looked like a fake one, definitely not the real deal. I started to feel something ominous was about to happen and I didn't even had a phone with me.
Walking through the dense jungle was nothing more than just a stroll through the park. It was calm and relaxing. Leaves in all colours of the autumn under my feet, whistling while I take my steps. Birds were singing on the ground, trying to pick up nuts from under the honey coloured hemps. I somehow felt relief, as dropped all my worries at once. I even remember wanting to stay there for a while, to feel the air and lay down. However, as I looked around I suddenly walked past that image and found myself at a road split. There was no sing which way leads to where, but I couldn't go back either. In this situation, I thought the best way would be just to take whichever way first, which was right. Walking around, I found myself on top of a building. View from it stretched out to a metropolis. Below my feet I had concrete, and on my side was a railing. It reminded me of a place I used to live. However, it was different, more urban, grey and cement. Simply, not as full of life as I recall. Above that, at the end of the pathway there was a chest. A strange find truly, hence I approached it with caution. When I did, to my surprise, it appeared as a chest of drawers. I was not sure whenever it was something I saw somewhere in my room, but it sure bore some resemblance. Touching it, I could sense that it was well made and thoroughly polished. However, I scented a foul smell coming from inside the cabinet, like someone puked and hid insides in it. I immediately covered my nostrils, but it only slightly helped. I started to feel sick, but I was still curious what was inside it. I forced a step through the smelly curtain and grabbed the handle. It was stuck inside, as I couldn't pull out the drawer. The tired thing didn't give up. I was about to throw up of because of that scent, now resembling something decaying. Suddenly, one the chest's leg would trip and the entire commode fallen down. I jumped back, as the ground beneath it was giving up. While patiently looking at it from the top, it was falling down to the depths. Whatever was inside was not accessible any more. I felt that I might have made a mistake trying to open it, but also relief that I didn't fall along with it. That would be for sure a much cruel end. Eventually, it disappeared from my view and I stood now in front of a hole in pavement. I had to go back, there was no other way.
Arriving again at the fork in the road, I took the path I didn't earlier. I was getting hungry and my clothes were stained with dirt. If I didn't find anything here, I would stop being a survivor and become listed as a casualty. Strangely, I must had enjoyed greatly that way of thinking, but I don't recall being shipwrecked at all. But that wasn't all that important. Right now, I had to do something not to starve. So I searched for food and shelter. I have managed to find some coconuts and made some poor roof out of tropical leaves. Even starting up a fire was not a problem. The sparks of flames were letting out of silent whizzing. The moon, gently covered by creamy clouds, was getting ready to go to sleep. Time passed uneventfully as I rested on the flat surface. Suddenly, I felt lonely. There was no one to talk to, but myself. Will I ever talk with someone again? What where the chances that someone would ever rescue me? My mind closed my eyes, as it gave up on believing.
Wake up, someone said to me. I opened my eyes and in them, I saw someone I'm familiar with. She was a good friend of mine, the best kind confidant that anyone can ever have. I shared my life, my individual interests with her. You could even say that we were too close, but we weren't in some kind of a relationship really. Anyway, I found myself being now in my own room. Everything looked normal, just as I remember it. My friend and I were facing each other. She was sitting on my bed while I was tucked inside, presumably waking up from sleeping. It felt strange to have her wake me up, I thought, as I was the early-to-raise one. I was still in my sleepwear, while she was dressed as I usually see her. Embarrassed, I took no chances of showing my undergarments to her. I gave my friend a displeased look, making her realise that whatever she was doing was awkward. I wanted her to at least give me some privacy, but she insistent on staying on my covers. Not to be rude, I politely suggested her to leave, to no avail. Her eyes were staring at me, trying to tell me something I didn't understood. More and more I felt cornered by her. She wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. Her gaze was closing on me, I couldn't avoid it. My friend, that I was worried of, started to terrify me. I tried to pull the cover over my face to mask myself, but I still felt her presence. Realising that I tried to avoid her, she spoke instead, throwing words that hurt my pride. This sensation, it was of being helpless of doing anything. I couldn't help my friend, I was indeed worthless. But no, I wouldn't give up just yet, I thought. I wanted to reach her to prove her wrong. With great force, I pulled the cover from under my friend and stood up. Unfortunately, something happen I didn't predict. My friend crashed onto the ground, along with the bed sheet. I could see her pieces scattered all over the carpet. I gasped, frightened greatly, realising what have I done. Deeply sadden, tears would not drop from eyes, by from my soul. Sobbing, I tried to pick up and restore my broken friend together again. Her slender legs, petite body along with her gentle hands, I picked one part after another. However, as I reached out for her head, it turned towards me in an instant. I heard a voice echoing in my head, as her lips moved. It was a loud, commanding voice, quite intimidating at first. She kept repeating me the same question, simply why. There was no details, just why. The voice slowly was giving out, to a very silent and whispering sound. And then, her speech ceased, as she closed her eyes. I understood my mistake fully, looking at her sad expression. There were silver tears that would not fall from her face. Instead I whipped them myself.
Marry was anxious to hear her friend speak. She was in fact a big dream analysis fan. Renko however, swallowed her own words. She outright lied, saying that no dream was recorded that she remembered of. That disappointed Marry, because it was the chance to learn more about her friend. During the sleep, people often see things different than they are, from another point of view. But they are still able to recognize them, recall them from their memory. Hence why dream analysis is partially about figuring what kind of symbols mean what to that person. It's a very private study in fact, because you expose yourself to others. Alas, some things are better left secret, thought Renko. Dreamｓ meant a lot for people in the past. They possessed divine properties of foreshadowing the future. However, today they are considered as a cognitive process of the brain. You play a role in a possible future or past event and reflecting upon it. What will you do, or done, was that the right thing? How you could improve yourself from it? In other words, it's similar to anticipating vacations, meeting with friends or any significant scene that is going or already happened in your life. You image yourself in that situation, which helps your brain to cope with that scenario, if it would occur in the future. There is nothing spiritual about them, they lost their mystery and fell into individuality sector. Several people, personality coaches being one example, encourage using the dream diary technique to develop a strong, dominant character that's needed to survive in today's capitalism. Although many people think that, it's not the truth for everyone. Marry was a person that still believed in their otherworldly faculty. Perhaps, because her dreams were special, different from what a normal person could feel while sleeping. But there was at least one more reason.
In the end, both decided to switch the topic from their personal dreams to much more general one. Whatever was on their minds, they spoke with their usual cheer on their faces. They were abnormally happy, just like the fool without knowledge about the world. Maybe, that was for their best. The space continued to rotate around them, a girl centered revolution. Marry asked about Renko's plans for the next weekend. She wanted to talk about the possibility of a ghost hunt. That was what she had in the interest. So both girls agreed, on the second next weekend, since they both needed the time to prepare for clues and the trip. Even if they would have to do an all-nighter, they were both in good spirits for hunting ghosts. The place was not that important, both nodded at each other. Maybe it would be a graveyard, disappearance of a possessed car wreck? Renko giggled at that absurd idea. Marry, on the other hand, sighed, as her friend sometimes had the weirdest remarks ever. She then gave out an informative speech about what can become a ghost and what cannot. Renko continued guffawing, as her friend's lecture was a little too profound. Of course she apologized afterwards, so Marry just forgot about it quickly. In any case, if they want to be hunting ghosts they needed to take things serious and get to work. Both girls excused each other and walked away. It would be sure an interesting thing, to find a ghost car, Marry was still pondering. I hope I find something on the net, wondered Renko, as she was usually the one gifted with finding information. She had her connections.