Dreams are sometimes irrational, fake, and completely unreal.
Dreams are sometimes exactly what you need them to be, your break from reality to surrealism.
I had one of these dreams.
I was running down the road, with a few friends, playfully laughing and racing them.Crazy, like we always are. I was smiling, laughing... winning our race.We were racing to a cafe, to hang out....Someone grabbed the back of my shirt, and pulled me back.Startled, i turned and looked my best friend Krysta in the face.
"don't go that way...Theres someone there you may not wanna see."She spoke more serious than i know her to be, then she released my shirt, and I stumbled forward.Her warning was of no use, because after picking myself off the ground and dusting myself off, i lifted my head and stared directly into someone's face.I looked at him, I didn't know what to say. I was purely surprised, and his face showed the same emotions.
"w..What?what?huh?Why are you here?"I had stumbled across my own words, staring at him in wonder.
"do you not want me to be?"He said, a cleaver smile on his face.
I thought of no reply for this, and just stared.My trance was broken by my friends pulling on my arms and Krysta's voice saying,"come on, you know this isn't good for you.." My mind agreed with her. I wouldn't recover from this, if it went how I had imagined it so many times.
"come on"He said, stretching his hand out to me,"I travel this far for you, and this is what I get?Your running away?"
I broke my friends grasp on my arms, and took his outstretched hand,"sorry guys... I feel like this is something I need to do." They faded out as we walked, we went to the cafe like my friends and I had planned to do.Sitting at the table, we conversed about things that had no meaning, and smiling.Staring at him, my heart released what felt like thousands of butterflies from their cocoons, fluttering nervously inside of me my heart felt a pang of love.
love? can you feel love in this land between realism and your subconscious thoughts?It felt like it.
He looked at me, his brown eyes piercing my heart, and said,"do you remember what you promised me?" I nodded, I did remember.
"do you intend to keep your promise?" I smiled and answered,"of course...why would I make a promise I didn't intend to keep?"The butterflies turned into doves, bigger and begging to get out.
"come on."He took my hand, dragging me from our table, and we walked outside.
I had no time to question his actions, I just followed, a quick almost jogging pace. as we left, I saw police men walking towards the cafe, serious faces all locked on him.I was confused, but he knew.His grip on my hand tightened, and we ran, the policemen pointing and yelling something I could not understand.I only saw who he was pointing at.We ran for a long time, sirens wailing after us, until He couldn't hardly breathe anymore."come on!"I urged him on, this time my hand pulling him as I ran to some stairs on the side of a building.We began up them, their rusting steps clanking loudly with each time we stepped.We made it to the top, both of us panting, him more than me.We ended up on a balcony, right above the top of the building.We sat and rested a while in silence, and when I found my breath again I asked him,"Why?Why were they following you?"
He sighed loudly,"Is that obvious?I'm not 18...How do you think I got here?"
"runaway.."I whispered back at him, and he nodded.I got up, and put my feet on the bottom of the railing enclosing us on the balcony, and grabbed the top of the rail, and pulled myself up.Leaning over the edge, The wind played with my hair, and I stared at a beautiful red-orange sunset, purple enclosing the rest of the sky behind us.
"like you promised...?"He whispered the end of the sentence, and I filled in the rest with my thoughts, and stepped off the edge of the railing back to safety, back to the warmth of someone's arms enclosing around me.
"like I promised."I said, and I wrapped my arms around him also and kissed him.
Then, I was woken up...Doesn't it always happen that way?
my friends were right though...
~Becca
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