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A Pretty Long Dream
It's been a long time since I've had a serious dream... Aaahn, why are these dreams always more vivid than my happy ones?
The rain kept on pouring and pouring, mixing in with the dirt of the street. The town was almost still. Almost quiet. Only the pitter patter of the rain could be heard. Suddenly, a soft sound. Shoes crashing down on little puddles of mud. In an alleyway, a figure was running. Hiding. She looked scared. Was that me? I don't know. Even in my dreams, there are a lot of things I didn't know. I can hear her heart beat going thump thump thump. She's scared. I'm scared. Somebody's chasing her. "Run" I can hear someone whisper. "Run. Quick. They're coming." And then, she was gone.
Next, I see a girl entering a small, rundown house. It was small and rundown, but it was her home. The girl was the same girl awhile ago, I think. She proceeded to her bed and immediately went to sleep. Not even bothering to change from her soaked clothes. I can't see her face. I still don't know if that girl was me.
Then, I was in my high school campus. Is this a flashback? A dream (inside a dream)? I don't know. It probably doesn't matter. Anyway, I see myself wearing my high school uniform, walking alone in the empty corridors. Classes were ongoing at that time. Maybe I was going to the washroom? Or maybe I was cutting class. My collar sported a red patch. So I'm a third year, huh.
Someone's walking towards me. It's another student. I don't recognize her. But to my dream self, she was an important person. I looked at her and smiled sadly, expecting her to ignore me. I kept on walking. She kept on walking. We passed each other. She didn't even look at me. Aaahn. I wonder what did I ever do to her...
"Hey," she called out. Her voice, it was so quiet I almost didn't hear. I turned around. She was looking at me. Directly. Into my eyes. "It's been so long, huh?" My eyes started to tear up. She sat on the floor and made a hand movement, beckoning me to come over. I slowly walked towards her and sat down. I laid my head on her lap and her hands found their way in the tangles of my hair, gently massaging my head. Just like the old times. For a few minutes, we did not say anything. Just observing the teachers teaching and the students studying.
"How long has it been?"
"One year."
"That long, huh?"
Yes, it's been that long. I wanted to say that. But I stayed quiet.
"It's amazing how so many things can change in just a year." She looked down at me, her hands stopping. "You've always been there to help me."
I still don't know what I did to her. Was it bad?
"This time, I'll be the one to help you."
Why do I need help? What's happening with me?
She lifted my head and stood up. I looked up at her. I don't know what to feel. And just like that, she left. Classes were already over. The students slowly swarmed into the once empty corridors. But I stayed still in my spot. Sat and thought and stared into the students. But I couldn't see any of them. Their faces were blurred. They're not important. Except for this one guy. He stood there in front me. I ignored him. He sat beside me. I ignored him. He said something to me. But I couldn't hear him. The other students were so noisy. I couldn't hear him.
And then, the students were gone. The corridor was empty again. Except for me and the guy beside me. "I saw you with her awhile ago." Her. I don't know her name. I don't know his name. But somehow, I knew. I knew that the three of us were best of friends in the past. Dreams are amazing, aren't they? He was quiet, staring at me with an expression I couldn't explain. It wasn't awkward. But it wasn't comfortable, either.
"I have always loved you." He started speaking. In present perfect tense. Does that mean he doesn't love me now? "I always tried confessing to you." He did? "But you always didn't notice." I laughed mirthlessly. "I still love you." I stopped laughing and stared at him. Searching his eyes to see if he was lying. He wasn't. "You." I don't know what happened afterwards.
There's a bonfire party. Everybody's happily doing happy stuffs. Somewhere, far from the center of the party, I watch them alone, hugging my knees. Some people were singing karaoke. I can hear their voices through the speaker. And then, I heard my name. Or maybe, it was someone with the same name as me. I looked at the people near the karaoke. And there I saw her, my best friend with no name. She was waving at me, smiling at me. I slowly stood up, hesitant. But her face... I don't want to disappoint her. I walked in small baby steps. I'm scared. Why am I scared? I must've taken so long, because she ran towards me, grabbed my hands and dragged me to the karaoke. She picked some song. I don't know what it is. She didn't know either. But it was a happy song. We sang together, our arms on each other's shoulders. We were smiling.
The rain kept on pouring and pouring, mixing in with the dirt of the street. The town was almost still. Almost quiet. Only the pitter patter of the rain could be heard. Suddenly, a soft sound. Shoes crashing down on little puddles of mud. In an alleyway, a figure was running. She kept on running, trying to avoid the rain, until she reached a small house. She entered the cozy little home, removing her cloak and shoes before going straight in front of the fireplace. Somebody was sleeping on the small bed in the corner. Or maybe he was dead? He didn't seem to be moving. But I'd like to believe he was just sleeping. I watched as the girl savored the warmth emanating from the fire, her expression that of total bliss. I looked at the book I was reading. I'm only halfway done. I looked back again at the sleeping guy and the girl in front of the fireplace. I suddenly felt tired. Closing the book, I let myself fall into a slumber.
This was a pretty long dream ._. The descriptions I added. But the conversations, I remember them so well... I don't know what this dream's supposed to mean.
The rain kept on pouring and pouring, mixing in with the dirt of the street. The town was almost still. Almost quiet. Only the pitter patter of the rain could be heard. Suddenly, a soft sound. Shoes crashing down on little puddles of mud. In an alleyway, a figure was running. Hiding. She looked scared. Was that me? I don't know. Even in my dreams, there are a lot of things I didn't know. I can hear her heart beat going thump thump thump. She's scared. I'm scared. Somebody's chasing her. "Run" I can hear someone whisper. "Run. Quick. They're coming." And then, she was gone.
Next, I see a girl entering a small, rundown house. It was small and rundown, but it was her home. The girl was the same girl awhile ago, I think. She proceeded to her bed and immediately went to sleep. Not even bothering to change from her soaked clothes. I can't see her face. I still don't know if that girl was me.
Then, I was in my high school campus. Is this a flashback? A dream (inside a dream)? I don't know. It probably doesn't matter. Anyway, I see myself wearing my high school uniform, walking alone in the empty corridors. Classes were ongoing at that time. Maybe I was going to the washroom? Or maybe I was cutting class. My collar sported a red patch. So I'm a third year, huh.
Someone's walking towards me. It's another student. I don't recognize her. But to my dream self, she was an important person. I looked at her and smiled sadly, expecting her to ignore me. I kept on walking. She kept on walking. We passed each other. She didn't even look at me. Aaahn. I wonder what did I ever do to her...
"Hey," she called out. Her voice, it was so quiet I almost didn't hear. I turned around. She was looking at me. Directly. Into my eyes. "It's been so long, huh?" My eyes started to tear up. She sat on the floor and made a hand movement, beckoning me to come over. I slowly walked towards her and sat down. I laid my head on her lap and her hands found their way in the tangles of my hair, gently massaging my head. Just like the old times. For a few minutes, we did not say anything. Just observing the teachers teaching and the students studying.
"How long has it been?"
"One year."
"That long, huh?"
Yes, it's been that long. I wanted to say that. But I stayed quiet.
"It's amazing how so many things can change in just a year." She looked down at me, her hands stopping. "You've always been there to help me."
I still don't know what I did to her. Was it bad?
"This time, I'll be the one to help you."
Why do I need help? What's happening with me?
She lifted my head and stood up. I looked up at her. I don't know what to feel. And just like that, she left. Classes were already over. The students slowly swarmed into the once empty corridors. But I stayed still in my spot. Sat and thought and stared into the students. But I couldn't see any of them. Their faces were blurred. They're not important. Except for this one guy. He stood there in front me. I ignored him. He sat beside me. I ignored him. He said something to me. But I couldn't hear him. The other students were so noisy. I couldn't hear him.
And then, the students were gone. The corridor was empty again. Except for me and the guy beside me. "I saw you with her awhile ago." Her. I don't know her name. I don't know his name. But somehow, I knew. I knew that the three of us were best of friends in the past. Dreams are amazing, aren't they? He was quiet, staring at me with an expression I couldn't explain. It wasn't awkward. But it wasn't comfortable, either.
"I have always loved you." He started speaking. In present perfect tense. Does that mean he doesn't love me now? "I always tried confessing to you." He did? "But you always didn't notice." I laughed mirthlessly. "I still love you." I stopped laughing and stared at him. Searching his eyes to see if he was lying. He wasn't. "You." I don't know what happened afterwards.
There's a bonfire party. Everybody's happily doing happy stuffs. Somewhere, far from the center of the party, I watch them alone, hugging my knees. Some people were singing karaoke. I can hear their voices through the speaker. And then, I heard my name. Or maybe, it was someone with the same name as me. I looked at the people near the karaoke. And there I saw her, my best friend with no name. She was waving at me, smiling at me. I slowly stood up, hesitant. But her face... I don't want to disappoint her. I walked in small baby steps. I'm scared. Why am I scared? I must've taken so long, because she ran towards me, grabbed my hands and dragged me to the karaoke. She picked some song. I don't know what it is. She didn't know either. But it was a happy song. We sang together, our arms on each other's shoulders. We were smiling.
The rain kept on pouring and pouring, mixing in with the dirt of the street. The town was almost still. Almost quiet. Only the pitter patter of the rain could be heard. Suddenly, a soft sound. Shoes crashing down on little puddles of mud. In an alleyway, a figure was running. She kept on running, trying to avoid the rain, until she reached a small house. She entered the cozy little home, removing her cloak and shoes before going straight in front of the fireplace. Somebody was sleeping on the small bed in the corner. Or maybe he was dead? He didn't seem to be moving. But I'd like to believe he was just sleeping. I watched as the girl savored the warmth emanating from the fire, her expression that of total bliss. I looked at the book I was reading. I'm only halfway done. I looked back again at the sleeping guy and the girl in front of the fireplace. I suddenly felt tired. Closing the book, I let myself fall into a slumber.
This was a pretty long dream ._. The descriptions I added. But the conversations, I remember them so well... I don't know what this dream's supposed to mean.