I didn’t know
where I was… I just knew I was there and I was there for a long time. I didn’t
know why exactly but the place made me feel odd, out of place, with this numb
feeling in my chest that’s hard to explain. I looked around. Wondering where I
was. It was a garden as I could best describe it. It was weird because that was
all there was: a circular garden of dull green, dew grass with a gray dead
tree, it’s branches looking like a clawing hand clinging for what remained of
its little life. There was a stone brick wall, I remember, it was covered with
green ivy which made it look kind of nice… cause’ it blended with the scenery
and all. You could use the ivy to climb to the top to see the entire garden. No
bigger than about two large rooms of a house put together. What I couldn’t
understand was that the borders of the garden were a thick bush of forest. I
had never attempted to enter it nor did I think it was possibly… probably what
kept me from attempting.
Oh,
and I wasn’t the only one there. There was another boy, and a girl. I can’t
remember well enough to describe the girl but the boy was rough looking; kind
of remind me of a werewolf. It was funny because all three of us were only
seven years old�"is what I assumed considering that’s how old we looked like.
The boy was brown skinned but not nearly as dark as me, his eyes were sort of
big, bushy eyebrows, and untamed black hair. Man, what a brute looking kid he
was. He hated me. I didn’t hate him back but I didn’t like him either. Not a
healthy relationship for a kid to have but it was what it was. The girl… now
the girl was different, though all I can sort of remember was that she was
straight blonde hair…? It was blurry in knowing her face but I know she was
blonde or something was blonde that she was wearing so I’m assuming she was
white or Caucasian, whatever floats your boat. Anyways I’m guessing I had a
thing for her cause I could’ve sworn I gave her something, perhaps a flower
that grew in the garden, and that was something because there were no flowers
or plants other than short grass that grew there. I would use the word “love”
but c’mon, like I said earlier, we were around seven years of age and I didn’t
know her or the boy’s name. The reason why I would even mention the word
because the emotions I felt about her were more than a usual feeling when I
liked someone. She was the only girl in the area. Even though none of spoken
words that I can recall we somehow made a comprehensible silent language
between one another, weird, I know but that’s how it went.
The
most memorable thing was when I was in mid-combat with the wolf-boy, for some
reason as mangled and hardened he look the kid couldn’t fight worth crap. I
actually enjoyed performing combos and elusive techniques during the process of
kicking his a*s! Oh man was I happy to show off in front of that girl… Just
thinking about her raises so many questions, thoughts in my head… Why couldn’t
I remember her face yet the boy so easily? What is the meaning, symbolism? I do
remember looking at her smiling at me or possibly trying to say something to me
after I beat the mess out the kid. Personally I found it hilarious on how she
never seemed to care about his well-being in getting jacked up on so many
occasions, but yeah, she looked dead at me afterwards. I could tell you her
face but I know it’s just my mind fabricating it at the moment and not what it
was then.
I
woke up not knowing what she had told me or what she was about to do. It’s been
two years since I have seen them. Before then I had seen them in what seemed
like a chronological order on several different occasions throughout long
periods of time consisting of years. It was and still is the most memorable
dreams I had because it continued many times and the place I was in… it was so
odd that I couldn’t quite categorize it. It was a paradise yet a prison. But
what made me ponder the most was not the girl, but how the sky… ha�"well, there
wasn’t one… It was white, cloudy-like nothingness. Though as weird as it was, I
want to go back. The memory of it always passes through my mind and I never
gave it much thought. Perhaps with the maturity I have now than then I can
possibly try talking to them? Why does this dream tend to come back? I don’t
know, I just want to go back.
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