I remember how I enjoyed making a snowman in the winter. But it wasn't until later that I discovered that the snow covered world itself is more beautiful than it's poorly made human caricature. Since then, I decided to stop playing childish games, and enjoy the nature as it is. That way, I cherished it more, just watching the snowflakes fall in silence is a truly appealing sight. Admiring the scenery of the cold land, I found myself again at the frozen lake. There was a faith sound coming from somewhere. I looked around, but didn't found the source of it. However, the only discovery I made was that the snow beauty was waiting for me in the middle ice field. I started to walk slowly towards her, as she appeared to have spotted me timely. She stood there, wondering what I would do. I couldn't be mean to her, and increased my speed. The noise I sensed earlier turned out to be a melody. Calmly and gently, the rhythm was carried through the wind to my mind, filling it with pulsating desire to sway and twirl and glide towards the sky. As my body soared on its own, it was just a moment later that we both met. She reached her tiny hand, which met my own. We both bowed in respect, and our legs started moving to the music. Somehow, my footing changed its form to a blade, hence it was sharp that they wanted me to participate as well. And then, as we slid, twisting and turning, holding the tips of our fingers, both of our faces smiled at each other. This moment of joy, I couldn't possibly explain with words. I wanted the time to freeze, for this second last for an eternity.

Something happen then, that I will explain it further in the dream journal. For now let it be known that the dream cuts here, and resumed somewhere else. I found myself lying on the ground, in a different place. Last thing that I remembered was that I found happiness and joy, while I danced on the ice lake with a beautiful woman. Maybe that part of the dream was interrupted here and this was separate segment, I wondered. However, now that I was somewhere else, I thought that the memory became unreachable. I looked around, searching for something, but all I sighted was the sky. As I was leisurely resting myself on the grass, I turned to the side to find someone enjoying the scenery with me. It was my dearest friend, who gazed at the stars. Since it was apparently the night of the full moon, it was quite bright outside, even for a nocturnal setting. With her hand on her forehead, her hat was pardoned onto the ground. She moved it up, combing her hair with her tender fingers. I meet her eyes with my own, looking at the reflection of what she saw. It was just as I thought, an astonishing array of the magnificent universe. Suddenly, fireworks appeared, clouding the sky. I kept looking as friend's eyes turned towards them. They lighten her brown pupils in palate of green, yellow, red and blue. The air she released frozen instantly, as she sighed and puffed. My heart reactivated, and moved me towards my friend. I felt the warmth in the atmosphere, as my body was all fired up. Her scent visited my nose. I wanted to stop, but somehow my hands and legs met hers. As I rolled on top of her, we both cuddled tenderly, our thighs stroking each others. Finally, our faces were just an inch away from each other. As she joined her upper and lower lip, I started to hesitance, blushing uncontrollability. Just then, I realised that my body was moving on its own in this scene. I began to think, was this something I am capable to do outside the dream. Consciously looking at my friends eyes, I saw my own reflection. My eyes were burning red, in madness. That shocked me greatly, as I released that wasn't me. It might have been someone else, taking the control over me. I struggled to release myself from the strings, as my friend was moving closer towards my lips. Unwilling the confrontation, the only action I managed to perform was closing my eyes to hide my embarrassment. All of my senses refused to respond to my calls, as they were anticipating the moment. But it never happened. I opened my eyelids, and to complete astonishment, my friend was no longer there. In her place was a letter, with its seal broken and a heart drawn on the front of it. I picked it up in curiosity, and realised it belonged to me. I thought to myself, I had to drop it here. But then, I recalled that this particular missive was addressed to my dearest. In reality, I don't remember arranging a correspondence with anyone, at least not one like that. I felt it carried a different significance, something that the dream was trying to tell me. As I picked it up from the ground and stood up, I noticed that at this previously empty grass patch in the night there were other people, also watching the fireworks. Some I knew from the past, some I didn't recognize. A few of them that were closest kept looking at me, with a strange expression. For me, they wanted to tell me that I had done something terribly wrong, but I don't know what it was. Above that, there was no sight of my friend anywhere, only the people that were enjoying the firework festival remained. I took the letter into my pocket and moved out in search for her.

I hasted through dim lighted town, as my shoes echoed a clinking sound. I somehow felt the need to be in hurry, a behaviour I couldn't explain at the current moment. All I knew was that I needed to find my friend quickly and I didn't even know where to search. I just ran, in hope I can find her fast enough. Somehow, at the moment I was about to stop from exhaustion, I noticed her. She was sitting calmly while drinking a cup of coffee. I found her at place that we use to met and talk about whatever, our casual spot for all purposes. Of course, there wasn't anything special about this place. The view was dull and the drinks didn't taste that great. I guess its only value was the location, since it was a very convenient place to meet in our free time. I waved at her, as she replied with her hand as well. I sat down next to her and greeted her verbally. However, my words came out broken, as I was still breathing heavily from the rush. My friend didn't mind that goof at all and just shoved me a cup she ordered for me. As I took a sip, I thanked her for that refreshing gift and positioned myself cosily in the seat. It was still morning, and I didn't even notice the sun rising. I struck a usual conversation with her, about what she was doing today or does she have any plans for the next weekend. Clearly, what I actually wanted to ask is if she is up from some ghost hunting or hanging out in general. However, she did not respond to neither of the questions. I began inquiring about her mood today, but grumpy as she was, she sunken her head into an academic book of sorts. Was she busy with her study or I was the one bothering her, I did not know. I wanted her to at least acknowledge me, as we were still good friends. At least that's how I felt about us. Since the waiting irritated me greatly, I decided to take out my bag in search for anything to read. I found it hanging from the chair I sat in, and inspected its insides. After zipping it open, I was a little surprised with what I found inside. It was full of pieces of paper with drawing or little stories on them. I recognized them as my dream journal contains, but what where they doing in the bag in the first place, I asked myself. Their place is in the drawer, locked in my room. Perhaps, I wanted to share them with my friend, so I taken them out onto the table and pushed them towards her. And that's the last time I saw them, because the girl I was sitting next to closed the book and scattered them around with one swing of her hand. All my notes were literally blown away and disappeared somewhere. Disapproving her atrocious behaviour, I scolded her for destroying my precious work. However, she simply took her interest again, hiding behind it, and ignored my face. Infuriated, I invaded her privacy, taking the book away from her hands. I demanded at least some compensation, but she did something else instead. She took the chance of my unawareness and aimed for the letter that I had still in my pocket. As she snatched it from me, she tore it to pieces in front of my eyes. My jaw dropped, was the girl really my friend that have done it. Of course, my actions weren't without blame, but to think that my partner done something like that. I wanted to drop down and cry, since I was clueless to what else I should have done better. But anger that filled my hand took priority, as I slapped her cheek hard. As my bones resonated with hers, the wind blew suddenly around us like a hurricane. It pulled me and my friend into the air, as we flew along with the tables, chairs and coffee cups. We both kept on flapping our hands and legs wildly, in hope we both escape, but to no avail unfortunately. In the whole of this ruckus, I caught a glimpse of some figure spinning along with us two. I sensed something dangerous coming from it, as it rushed towards my friend. As it spun towards her, I watched thrilled as the gale clutched her body. I opened my mouth, stretching my vocal cords, as she kept shouting in pain. Unfortunately, our words didn't reach each other, the air prevented it. In a moment, the monster turned her into a cocktail, blending her grotesquely into little pieces. I wanted to avoid looking this macabre, but as soon it was over with her, it turned towards me. I awaited my demise, with the thought that I have done something horribly wrong.

Where I was now, I thought, as my eyes opened from the shock. I recalled having a nightmare, so I assumed I was back at my bed. However, it was a different place. It reminded me of my friend's room, full of bookcases with simple decor. I got up from what seemed a resting place, finding again myself in sleepwear. Noticing the chair with my clothes hanged onto them, I decided to get dressed and look around the strange place I am in. There was a window, but the view from it was unlit. I checked if there is any way to unlocking it, but I couldn't persuade it to open. The only other operateable was the door, so I hoped at least that one will grant me resolve. However, I got surprised again, but not by the doorway. There was a sound coming from inside of the room I was alone. Who or what have done it, I thought, as I turned around. Sitting on top the chair, I found someone looking at me. It was a familiar face, a lady that I met once in a dream. As I recall, I visited her mansion, and we talked about few things. Then, she would bolt me into the chair and perform some kind of spell on me. Still, she looked a little bit different from before, hence why I was little puzzled. She also was missing her eye accessory, which I deducted might have been the source of her magic. Keeping my composure, I apologized myself for not noticing her in the first place. She nodded happily and invited me to sitting next to her. I guess she might have wanted to talk, but about what, was my question. We both made eye contact, as she looked not that sleepy as before. Her eyelids were fully open, gazed me dramatically in a search for anything usual. I was a little turned off by her examination, as she asked how I was feeling. I told her that my mood was in not any particular way bad, but I was little stunned by her sudden appearance. She turned her head down and up, and asked if I would be able to recall something from my recent dream. Was she a shrink or something, I thought. Her questions were starting to appear awkward to me. I figured it would be impolite to ask about her whereabouts, so I answered her plead instead. I explained in detail, what I could remember as she listened, while nodding and writing something on her file. As I told her the story, she was greatly involved emotionally, mimicking with her facial expressions in a similar way to how I would feel in certain situations. I found that strange, as I looked back at her. It was a bit unsettling, but I guess that was the way she enjoyed that lively presentation. As I finished, I asked her forwardly, if that's all she wanted from me. What she told me in reply was if I was happy in life knowing that. I didn't quite understand what she meant, but I started figuring out what she wanted from me. Although her methods weren't professional, it would seem that she wanted to help me with decoding the dreams I had. It might work towards making me feel better, as I would understood myself more. Personally, I didn't mind talking about my dreams to anyone, but I didn't find them as something that was the truth about me. There were visions that may or not happen in the future. In any case, some people actually enjoyed hearing about then, so I shared the stories behind them. The girl kept on asking me questions, even if some didn't make sense, or were weird in a different way. We continued on talking about the subject, which were my experiences.

And at this point, I rather not write what happened next, since it's too personal to me. All I can share is that, she made me realise what I have done at a certain point of the dream. At the point when I danced with the lady on the frozen lake the dream got somehow distorted in my mind, and that's when the important thing happen. Basically, my subconsciousness made me forget about it, but with the help of the psychologist girl I met, I was able to decipher what happened. Although it would be interesting to write, I will keep it to myself, and maybe share it at an occasion.