Have you ever had a dream, yeah dumb question but have you ever had a dream that is so vivid and feels so real that when you wake up you don’t want to let it go. You can still see the vivid images there rolling like a film from the old times. And when its about to fade you quickly do everything you can to grasp it and keep it rolling for a little while longer. You keep your eyes wide open and while to other people who happen to open your bedroom door, it may seem your looking at something when your actually paying attention to every detail that has happened in your dream to keep it from vanishing.
Well that’s how I felt when I woke up. The dream wanted to leave and I could feel it disappearing I couldn’t remember what I was desperately clinging to but all that mattered was to keep it rolling. All I could see was a man, with black clothing hugging him from head to toe. As I felt the images disappear, particle from particle, (I’m not sure about this) I felt his, maybe green, eyes upon me. His lips moved but he was to far away for me to make out his words. Then as the image was halfway gone I saw his shoulders slump his face turn sideways and he stood there frozen like a black and gray portrait.
He was trying to tell me something but the dream was gone. I knew that if I got out of bed the dream would go to the back of my brain and stay there until it was time for me to go to sleep. It would come back, I know this because its been three months with the same dream.
The dream was becoming more like a nightmare now a days. The first time I dreamed it I forgot it as soon as my eyelid touched a peek of daylight but from there on, it progressed. Later I could get a glimpse of the dream, then I could remember quiet a bit of it and later on I could keep it rolling for a little examination. I whish I couldn’t have.
Nights have become a hassle. Sometime I don’t end up sleeping till two to three in the morning because I’m afraid of seeing him there in my dreams. I keep myself occupied with homework, books, junk food and late night reruns of Psychic Kids, if I’m lucky.
But when I know I cant hold sleep off any longer, I feel the TV light shadow away in to darkness as my lids heavily meet to rest. I don’t know what goes on inside my head from there, maybe I have different dreams, dreams I use to have about kissing Chris Angel or having a small wedding with Johnny Depp as my groom to be.
About my mother’s final days in bed, her face pale and bruised as the moon. I’m not saying that I would rather dream about my mother’s last days on earth but seeing her, to me still so beautiful, looking at me smiling enjoy her last days with me, is better then dreaming about someone who makes you feel disoriented, pained for not being able to comprehend what he wanted from me.
At least with my mother I could sometime twist the dream as to where I’m actually having a conversation with her. Since cancer took her away from me the only way to actually see her was in my mind. But it has been three months with out seeing her, hearing her voice and it was killing me. I wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to tell her so much. I know she would have helped me find out what this man wanted. I needed her.
I missed my old dreams.
Well that’s how I felt when I woke up. The dream wanted to leave and I could feel it disappearing I couldn’t remember what I was desperately clinging to but all that mattered was to keep it rolling. All I could see was a man, with black clothing hugging him from head to toe. As I felt the images disappear, particle from particle, (I’m not sure about this) I felt his, maybe green, eyes upon me. His lips moved but he was to far away for me to make out his words. Then as the image was halfway gone I saw his shoulders slump his face turn sideways and he stood there frozen like a black and gray portrait.
He was trying to tell me something but the dream was gone. I knew that if I got out of bed the dream would go to the back of my brain and stay there until it was time for me to go to sleep. It would come back, I know this because its been three months with the same dream.
The dream was becoming more like a nightmare now a days. The first time I dreamed it I forgot it as soon as my eyelid touched a peek of daylight but from there on, it progressed. Later I could get a glimpse of the dream, then I could remember quiet a bit of it and later on I could keep it rolling for a little examination. I whish I couldn’t have.
Nights have become a hassle. Sometime I don’t end up sleeping till two to three in the morning because I’m afraid of seeing him there in my dreams. I keep myself occupied with homework, books, junk food and late night reruns of Psychic Kids, if I’m lucky.
But when I know I cant hold sleep off any longer, I feel the TV light shadow away in to darkness as my lids heavily meet to rest. I don’t know what goes on inside my head from there, maybe I have different dreams, dreams I use to have about kissing Chris Angel or having a small wedding with Johnny Depp as my groom to be.
About my mother’s final days in bed, her face pale and bruised as the moon. I’m not saying that I would rather dream about my mother’s last days on earth but seeing her, to me still so beautiful, looking at me smiling enjoy her last days with me, is better then dreaming about someone who makes you feel disoriented, pained for not being able to comprehend what he wanted from me.
At least with my mother I could sometime twist the dream as to where I’m actually having a conversation with her. Since cancer took her away from me the only way to actually see her was in my mind. But it has been three months with out seeing her, hearing her voice and it was killing me. I wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to tell her so much. I know she would have helped me find out what this man wanted. I needed her.
I missed my old dreams.