Haunted Dreams
For the past few weeks I have been having one reoccuring dream. A dream that starts out at a place that I have never been, but yet was a culmination of all the places I have been. I am surrounded by all of my friends. Everyone is celebrating something that I do not understand.
Shortly, a limosine drives by and I look down. I am wearing a tuxedo. My friends keep on telling me that I need to hurry. I ask why. All I am told is that I am getting married today.
But how can that be, for I have no one.
I run into the building trying to find the woman I am to marry. My mind reels on who she could be. As I run in, everyone tries to stop me. They keep shouting that it is bad luck. I run past them.
As I run down the hallway which is supposed to lead to the bride's dressing room, the hallway appears to get longer and longer.
My desire to find the person whom is supposed to win my heart grows in proportion with the length of the hallway.
In the end, I wake up. Never to complete the path and see who she is.
Shortly, a limosine drives by and I look down. I am wearing a tuxedo. My friends keep on telling me that I need to hurry. I ask why. All I am told is that I am getting married today.
But how can that be, for I have no one.
I run into the building trying to find the woman I am to marry. My mind reels on who she could be. As I run in, everyone tries to stop me. They keep shouting that it is bad luck. I run past them.
As I run down the hallway which is supposed to lead to the bride's dressing room, the hallway appears to get longer and longer.
My desire to find the person whom is supposed to win my heart grows in proportion with the length of the hallway.
In the end, I wake up. Never to complete the path and see who she is.
posted by Black Adder at 8:13 PM
1 Comments:
That is because you have not met her yet. Also, if you did see her, you'd probably think that this was the one person that you should search for. Or, let's go psychoanalytical. . .you're obviously searching for something, for someone. Maybe that someone is really yourself.
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