I had these dreams almost three years apart, but I know they go together for some reason. I have never felt like I felt in these dreams, when I think about them they seem as real as most of my 'real memories'. I have never been more terrified, and I just can't put into words the feelings and emotions I had in these dreams. I have tried over and over, but its just not possible for me to do. I have written them down, just so I will not forget. Now I know the writing is awful, but you will have to excuse me. And I am sorry if they come across as 'over-dramatic' or if it appears that I have read too many fantasy novels and this is just a regurgitation. To me it is not, but I can see how it might look that way. All in all, at least I have the main idea down. Guys, I seriously am sorry the writing sucks so bad. *sigh* Anywho, I titled them with the date on which I dreamt them.
November 4th 2001
I am walking in a city. This city reminds me of London, cobblestone streets, old stone towers, and a river running right through the center of the city, with all its bridges. I know that my family and I have been living here for a few years, but I don't know when it is. There are no vehicles, and the people's attire cannot exactly be placed in time. It might be the 18th century, but then again it has some almost futuristic twist. Timeless, elegant beauty, yet incredibly advanced. I have memories of living in this city, walking on the streets with these people in their vibrant clothing, smiling, talking, and the sky was blue. The sun shown and this beautiful city was alive.
Now though, I suddenly realize that everything around me is gray. A feeling of panic creeps into my body, when did this happen? My eyes dart around me and I am shocked at this sudden change. I see no plants of any kind, and the people are dressed in black and gray. They no longer look at you, or the sun, their eyes stay on the streets before them. A realization sweeps over me, the sky is gray as well, it feels as if it has always been this way, like the sun had never had existed. I pass a black window and I see my reflection. A white gown is on my body, with skirts that trail behind me, and my shoulders are bare. I dive back into the sea of gray, my white clothing glowing in contrast. I have to push through the people to keep walking, they push back at me, as if they can't even see me. This feeling of panic and confusion is only growing stronger inside me, and suddenly someone grabs my arm and I am no longer here.
It is night, the city is asleep and the streets are empty save for me. I feel like I have lost something, and once again the need to walk rises in me. I pass an ally and I am stoped by a voice.
"Girl, come to me."
I turn to see who this voice belongs to, and an old man pulls me into the ally with him. I want to leave, but I can't. "You must listen, watch for the child with the eyes of fire. He is beauty, but he brings only death and pain. My girl, he brings the very end of us." His rough hands grab my shoulders and he whispers in my ear. "Yes, it is close." The man touches my forehead, and I am back on the street in the sea of gray.
I'm crossing an incredibly wide bridge. I reach the center, and time stops. Everyone around me disappears, all except for one child. He is standing with his back to me on the other side of the bridge. I feel a chill and wisps of snow pass in front of my eyes. My feet move in the direction of the child. I am at his side now, and he turns his face to mine. He is the most beautiful child I have ever seen, his gaze penetrates me, and I stare back at him in wonder. A slight smile tilts his lovely lips, and he speaks.
"Give me your hand."
The minute that child's voice crept into my ears, my body was completely paralyzed with terror. I feel tears start to pour down my face, and I start to extend my hand. The child closes his eyes and when he opens them again, they appear to have flames inside them, glowing blood red. Everything inside my body is screaming at m to run, but I can do nothing but continue to extend my hands. The boy touches them, and they burn with cold. Dry pain fills my body, my blood flows through my veins like a river almost frozen. The wind sings and I scream, there is a flash of light and the pain is no more.
July 6th 2004
I am awake again, and I can see that I am in the city I have grown up in. It is night in my small town, and the houses look empty. The lights along the streets are on, but they are dim. I have the feeling that everyone had just left, that they stole away in the night in a frenzy. Windows are open but inside all you can see is blackness. I see myself and I have changed. My face is older, I am no longer a young girl and I have grown taller. I am once again clad in white, only now my dress in much more elegant and I have a cape and hood that hang down my back. I am on a road, and I start to walk.
I am looking for something. Someone. Its missing, they're gone. My feet tap along this road, echoing in the night. Oh what am I looking for? Why is there this alarm in my body? This fear and this panic drives me on. My mind twists in a thousand different ways, and I continue my way on this dark night.
Something wet drips down my fingertips. I gaze at them and sharply draw a breath, my wrists are slashed, lines of blood crossed over each other. The blood begins to drip onto my dress and I start to run.
Run girl, you must run. My gown and hair billow out behind me as I run through the night on these streets lined with trees, leaving trails of blood behind me. My heart pounds in my chest and the need to scream drives me on. Where are you? I run until I see a small shape ahead that nails my feet to the ground. The wind blows on me, and I realize my neck is wet. My hands search and find a long cut below my ear, the blood flows onto my shoulders and down my back. Oh don't stop, don't stop. Go, run, don't stop! I look at the form before me, it is the child. He kneels on the ground beneath an enormous dark tree. He looks up at me and smiles that evil, sweet smile.
"There you are. Now, give me your hands." The child stands and comes towards me. I fall to my knees weeping, my salty tears mix with blood and grief and terror sweeps over me. "Stop." I whisper "Just leave me be." His eyes flash, he is filled with anger. "No. Your time has come, you cannot stop me. Now, your hands." My hands turn upward, white with tiny trails of blood. He presses his hands on mine, and that frozen pain fills my body once again. My mind jolts and lungs freeze. He is sucking the life from me, and all that is left is pain. Burning pain like a million knives going in and of my body over and over.
"God... save me." I hear myself gasp. Someone screams and I see a dark figure running towards us. It is a man, and in his hands he carries a sword. I see a flash of silver and he grabs my arms and rips me from the child. Blackness, once again.
I awake and find I am with the man, it is still night and we are under the bridge that crosses the river as you leave the town. I look at him. His face is long and noble, his eyes a black blue, and his hair is dark. He wears a cape and hood exactly like mine, except his is black. He speaks to me, but I can't understand what he is saying. He tries again and again, but I only shake my head in confusion. He looks at me and reaches for my arms. He pushes my cape aside and turns my forearms over, they are covered in blood. He wipes them with his hand, and I see the cuts form words. "Don't let it fade" has been cut into my skin. He meets my eyes and turns his own arms are over. As he pulls up his sleeves, I see white scars on his forearms as well. In the same writing, the scars say "Don't let it fade, find her." The minute I see this I can understand his speech. "Come with me, it is time to go." He says to me pulling me up "There is much we need to do. " We step onto the bridge and cross over side by side, we walk into the night.
END.
