A Dream

This is the result of a dream I had last night. This is first draft raw meat, but I feel the potential for further development.

What happen since the day we first met, were you drunk that day? I traveled all this way and now you cannot find time for me. I believed that you were serious when you said that you wanted to help me. I thought we both had been, fortunately, surprised to bump into each other it seemed like fate had been involved. 

We were just two people walking across a lawn when our paths crossed, I was feeling frustrated and alone when out of nowhere I heard you breaking down talking to yourself, saying "I'm going to be late"! 

I did not know what you were going to be late for but still I felt I had to tell you that you were not alone, that I too was in despair hoping that I might comfort you. You seemed so grateful at the time, we talked and you offered to help me with my book. I felt I had found an ally, a friend just when I needed one; I had just recently lost my younger brother and less than one year later my stepfather. In my attempted, to comfort you I told you of all this and it seemed to help you. Now you brush me aside as if I am a bother and am in your way. 

I guess I did help you; you seem completely in command of yourself once again. Well, my friend; if you find yourself crossing that lawn again and begin to break down remember I am not going to be there for you. I wish you well but remember their still out there, hiding in plain sight and they know no favorites, despair and hell. 

Author's Note

Please remember this just popped into my head last night and I felt compelled to write it down. I'm just looking for some opinions.

Reviews

[Jordan]

I don't mean this in a rude way, just going off of your description and my own opinion.

I have to disagree. I don't see it going anywhere with how it is. Maybe I'm reading it wrong. It seems like you might have a couple directions you can work it in. Personally I would suggest taking this little mash of the elements in the dream.

You just lost your brother. You blame yourself so you drink. You meet a girl/woman(depending on your preferred terminology) who seems to click with you in a "fix the broken pieces" way. Drunk people things happen. She feels like it was a big mistake. Some time later you're in a graveyard paying respects to your brother and overhear her talking and crying. You go over to her. Exchange stories. You bond over your losses and learn how to fix each other. Along the way you learn not just how hard it is to deal with each other, but also to deal with yourselves and most importantly forgiving yourself for the past and letting go so that you can actually love her.

But that's just me.