Simica
Lurker

I have been meaning to write about this for awhile now. This is about a dream I had while ago, but one that still resonates within me
The dream itself started off rather ordinary. This one particular dream is short but one that fascinated me.

I was sitting back watching a family. A loving mother starting cooking eggs, bacon and whatever else. At the table sat two boys, one older and one younger. The older ones name was Kyle. It was a rather bright morning, the kids were getting ready for school, bags by their chairs as they sat down an ate.

It was Kyle that my dream was centered around. His aura and vibration was one that was soft but demanded my attention.

As I sat back and watched Kyle eat his breakfast. He had not spoken a word, only blankly ate his food. His thoughts clearly elsewhere. There was distance in his eyes, his body moved out of what seemed like a robotic habit.

I could feel within me a change of vibration. Something I could not describe what emotions where within it. It felt like the similar blankness I could see in his eyes. But there was so much more there than what one saw from his body.

The vibration quickens as it radiates from him, one could follow his train of thoughts though there seemed a blankness about them as well. It is hard to describe exactly how there was the blankness and fullness of his thoughts.

There was now a grey fog that overlapped the current scene in front of me. The mother and younger brother slowly moved in the distance. Kyle stood out stronger against the greyness that surrounded him.

As if within a snap of waking up from a dream he stood up within a panic. Not sure of where he was. His mother now on the other side of this wall and himself on the other. She screamed with all her might for him. As she shouted his name, he too shouted back for her.

Though he could see her, she could not see him. You could tell by the way she panicked and looked around the spot where her son once was. Kyle himself, though in a panic still had the subtle under vibration of before he got there. If that at all makes sense.

The dream ended there, I woke up still feeling these mixed emotions of the mother, though still what held me to Kyle was his vibration. I could feel it so deeply within my core. Again something I could never describe exactly what it felt like.

So now the dream itself has so many different possibilities of different meanings behind it. At this particular moment I could not even start on how many traces of thoughts ran through.