I had a dream that you were waiting in my driveway for me because you wanted to talk to me about things, explain what happened, but on my way to the car I was stolen away, kidnapped in plain view. I remember asking you how long you had been sitting out there and why you were there for I was snatched. I reached out for help and as you looked up I disappeared into a place where no one knew who I was and my previous existence had been erased.
I was someone and no one at once.
I kept searching for something, anything that would tie me to that existence that I knew I had had, but when I would finally find something, it would change into a shadow of what it was until I was subtly losing my grasp on reality and I simply started looking for where I belonged. I knew how to get there, knew exactly where I was going and how long it would take. It was then, with this realization, that this reality started collapsing.
I don't know what any of this is suppose to mean, it it means anything at all, which I'm sure it does, because really, don't dreams always mean something, however small? All I know is that I'll be thinking about this all day, this one scene in particular when I was walking back to my place of belonging.
It was storming, the lightning crossing the sky in the north, wind blowing eastward, rather strong too. I was reaching an intersection, a four way stop and traffic was kind of bad. All at once, every car that was on the road pulled over, synchronized almost, and an ambulance raced through the lines of cars.
I remember feeling the draft caused by the speed of it run through my hair and blow dust and bits of grass at me. It was right then, in that instant when I looked at these cars that I realized it wasn't reality, that I was somewhere else, somewhere I didn't belong. That in my real world, these cars wouldn't all look exactly the same, they wouldn't have pulled over that uniformly and the ambulance wouldn't have been moving that fast.
And I remember thinking, as I realized the illusion, that I felt like that ambulance was for me, the real existence of me at my house, in my front lawn, where I thought I was kidnapped. As I realized this, I was pulled back to my reality in this dream, to my front lawn. I was laying in the grass on my back, bleeding and gasping for air. All I could see were the clouds, the white storm clouds blowing in, the leaves of the tree blowing in the wind. I heard the ambulance sirens and turned my head, seeing it down the street and I tried to find you, to turn my head to tell you something before I went but I couldn't, I didn't have the strength and before the ambulance made it to me, I was gone and woke up.
What does it all mean?
I was someone and no one at once.
I kept searching for something, anything that would tie me to that existence that I knew I had had, but when I would finally find something, it would change into a shadow of what it was until I was subtly losing my grasp on reality and I simply started looking for where I belonged. I knew how to get there, knew exactly where I was going and how long it would take. It was then, with this realization, that this reality started collapsing.
I don't know what any of this is suppose to mean, it it means anything at all, which I'm sure it does, because really, don't dreams always mean something, however small? All I know is that I'll be thinking about this all day, this one scene in particular when I was walking back to my place of belonging.
It was storming, the lightning crossing the sky in the north, wind blowing eastward, rather strong too. I was reaching an intersection, a four way stop and traffic was kind of bad. All at once, every car that was on the road pulled over, synchronized almost, and an ambulance raced through the lines of cars.
I remember feeling the draft caused by the speed of it run through my hair and blow dust and bits of grass at me. It was right then, in that instant when I looked at these cars that I realized it wasn't reality, that I was somewhere else, somewhere I didn't belong. That in my real world, these cars wouldn't all look exactly the same, they wouldn't have pulled over that uniformly and the ambulance wouldn't have been moving that fast.
And I remember thinking, as I realized the illusion, that I felt like that ambulance was for me, the real existence of me at my house, in my front lawn, where I thought I was kidnapped. As I realized this, I was pulled back to my reality in this dream, to my front lawn. I was laying in the grass on my back, bleeding and gasping for air. All I could see were the clouds, the white storm clouds blowing in, the leaves of the tree blowing in the wind. I heard the ambulance sirens and turned my head, seeing it down the street and I tried to find you, to turn my head to tell you something before I went but I couldn't, I didn't have the strength and before the ambulance made it to me, I was gone and woke up.
What does it all mean?
