Dreams of the Dead

Dreams of the Dead

A Story by Dharchana Anahcrahd
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A true dream I have had, one of a short series of dreams I have had concerning my first love.

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           It seemed to be a normal night, like any other normal night. I went up to my room so I could get ready for bed, but something different happened that I did not even think would happen. I opened the door to my room, then turned on the light. I was suprised by someone being in my room, so suprised that I could barely move, the door only swinging open from my hand losing it's grip.

           There was a girl at the other side of my room, a girl I recognised almost instantly, but also a girl who should not be there at all. The girl was someone from my past, someone I thought I would never see again, no matter the circumstances.

           This girl was the first girl I ever fell in love with, and the first girl to have ever fallen in love with me. Though even then, she should not be here, not in my room, not even in the city. The last time I ever saw her was when she was being put into the ground in her coffin.

           Her body had the cuts and bruises from the car wreck she and I had both been in, but that she had not survived, a car wreck which had happened almost two years earlier. The cuts and bruises on her looked almost fresh, which was as impossible as her being in my room.

           She stood when she heard me enter the room, then raced over to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me, as though there was nothing wrong at all. I was too shocked to hug her back, or to move even. After a few seconds, she backed away from me, a look of sadness on her face.

           "Something wrong Dharchana?", she would ask me, again as though nothing were wrong with herself.

           "How are you here?", was the only thing I was able to say to her, just before the dream ends with my vision shattering, as though it were a glass being hit by a rock that had been thrown.

© 2010 Dharchana Anahcrahd


Author's Note

Dharchana Anahcrahd
Just tell me what you think of it... I dont quite understand my dreams myself... This is a true dream, I just do not use my own name for things...

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this is pretty cool. when i was little (im only 14) i would write little stories similar to this one. but defenitely not as good as ur. this is an awsome write. keep it up. and plz continue it.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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