I Know I'm Dreaming But I Die Anyways

The results of dreams, drugs and death.

                  The colors spinned, and I danced around, enjoying the haunting music forevermore. I was in my happy place. Even though I had no idea how I got here, I passed this thought away. My black dress swished around with the chilling beat of the music. Masked strangers often asked if I would care to dance, I dismissed them, no patience for mere romance. The music got faster and faster. I picked up my speed. After a while, I decided to stop, bored with dancing. I took a sip of my wine and looked at the lounge sign. Moonlight Lounge, chill your soul. I smiled evily. It made me feel jubious. My eye flicked past the sign once more, but didn't read it again. But something stopped me. I looked back at the sign. It read, Penelope's Haunted Dance. What? How could it change...so fast? Then it hit me.

                I was dreaming. This was all a dream. I laughed and spun with joy. I was lucid dreaming. I was so happy. Lucid dreaming is a hard thing to achieve. But then I felt my dream start to fade away, the music started to quiet, and my mind was slipping. No, no no! I wanted to stay in my dreams, and enjoy them! Remember what to do when your dream starts to dissapear. My brain thought. Oh! I quickly got on my toes and started to spin, just like a ballerina. The dream started to grow more focus, but not enough. That's when my vision went black.

              The annoying buzz of the alarm clock woke me up. I groaned in exasperation, then slammed my hand down on the 'off' button. It was silent. I grunted then rolled over in my bed. My mind felt foggy, and I couldn't make sense of anything. My vision was so off focus, so dissoriented. I realized what was going on. I was still dreaming. The dream spinning caused me to change scenes, and now I was fake waking up. It filled me with joy to know that. That I could still do whatever I want. I was still in my haunting black dress, so I just slipped on some shoes and walked outside. 

             It was still dark out. I skipped around, and threw my arms in the air. I breathed in the sweet breath of freedom. I can do whatever I wish. And I wanted to see Brandon.

        Brandon is my ever loving boyfriend. He always cared about me, and never took his eyes off of me. I was madly in love with him, and I saw him whenever I could. I ran to his house, only three blocks from my house. I rang his doorbell, and he opened it, looking groggy. I kissed him lightly.

         "Hey Brandon." I whispered softly in his ear. "Guess what?"

         "What?" he asked, still half asleep. I hugged him.

         "Follow me." I said, then grabbed his hand, tugging him toward his car. He was still wearing clothes, black skinny jeans with a Arctic Monkeys T on. He looked hot, but I guess that's what my mind wanted to create him as. I stuck the key in, and drove.

          We drove for a while, making no conversation. Brandon was too asleep and I felt too giddy to talk. I drove up past the town and atop a hill overlooking it. The way down was pretty far, but I knew I wouldn't fall. I was dreaming, after all. I pulled him over to sit down. The view was perfect. The moon swallowed the sky, and the city lights were just visible from here. I held Brandon's hand, and he held back. We kissed for a while.

          I smiled. Everything was so perfect, even though this was only a dream. I stood up and started twirling across the grass, feeling pure exultation. Brandon chuckled at my dancing. I leaped over to the edge.

      "Be careful, Samantha." Brandon cautioned. "You might fall." I laughed.

      "Oh, Brandon. Don't worry so much. This is all a dream." I waved my arms above my head. "Im perfectly fine." I reassured him. But then my feet slipped on a rock, and I went tumbling. Brandon yelled out my name and tried to catch me, but it was too late. I hit the ground. And my vision went black again.

      Brandon was at the police station. He was sobbing softly, and the police officer was trying to be sympathetic.

        "It's all my fault!" he wailed. The police officer calmly asked if he could explain what happened again. Brandon sniffled, then spoke.

        "Samantha and I were at a club. Moonlight Lounge. Samantha was wearing a black dress, and dancing. There was a backroom. People were in there, doing  drugs and stuff. Pot, meth, crack. You name it. Well, Samantha went in there, just to see what was happening. I didn't follow her," Brandon paused, eyes full of regret. "She came out twenty mintues later, looking totally stoned.  She started dancing again, but after a while she just passed out. I took her home, and lay her in bed. Her alarm clock was set for midnight though, for her birthday. I guess she woke up and stumbled to my place. Then she took me to a hill. I could tell she was still high.

         "She started twirling around, when she lost her footing and fell. She was hurt badly, so I took her to a hospital." he finished. "But, how is she now?" he asked the police officer. The police officer looked at him, eyes filled with pity. She rubbed Brandon's hand.

          "Brandon, dear. She's dead."

                

Author's Note

Scary huh? Makes you think. Read and review please

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Wowee, I'm just writing a scary story so this just added to my fuel. Aweshum stuff!