My dream journal I guess? I'm going to think now, not sure which dream to share with you.
First off, background info I suppose. You will be confused by my dreams if I don't mention certain things first.
I have vivid dreams. I seriously remember everything. And I feel everything too. Also my dreams have a story line, I know who I am in every dream and I remember what had happened in the previous dreams, I'm also aware of my body, what its feeling and hearing, but I am also aware that I am very far away, almost as if I am in another world.
Oh and people in my dreams usually call me "Isis" its been my nickname since I was a little kid, though I'm not sure how I got it.
And a white haired boy will appear here and there over the course of my dreams. I typically refer to him as "soulmate" because that what I believe he is, or my mind has made him to be.
Okay. Now for a dream.
Its that dream again.
It’s dark and foggy and I’m all alone. The street is soaked and somewhat sandy underneath my pale and freezing feet and a bone chilling mist pierces my flesh and causes me to shiver. The world stands silently around me and I am alone in the darkness. A street light comes on. Then another. Then another. I slowly begin to stand from my crouching position, white nightgown sticking to my legs because of the rain and I stare suspiciously around expecting something terrible to happen.
I’ve never had good dreams.
Yes, I said dreams. I am conscious that I am in a dream. This secretive world in which I live alone haunts me but then again its all I’ve got.
The lights go out and my eyes narrow with fear. My heart raced in my little chest and a soft, misty breeze caresses my face, as if to try and comfort me from all my fear.
The misty wind swirls in front of me and all around, almost luminescent, almost as if it were about to glow. I close my eyes and take comfort in the feeling. I breathe it in and it fills my lungs. I feel soothed, free of pain, free of mortal issues.
I let it consume me. The mist that grazes my cheek turns into a solid but transparent hand, graceful and beautiful. I feel the warmth and the light that radiates from that hand and I feet the familiarity of it and it makes me cry tears of joy.
The tears roll down my cheeks. They are hot as bath water and they stream down my face falling down onto my lips and underneath his hand. I can taste the salty-ness of my tears when I lick my lips and it makes me cry even more.
He forms completely out of the glowing mists and stands before me looking concerned, that look that makes me retreat inside. That look that terrifies my soul for fear of being seen.
He hugs me tightly, and I am completely consumed by his warmth. We stand there for a long time together and just before I go to say “I love you”, I wake up.
This is the world away from my soulmate.
