Dream #3
I am sitting in my house. All of a sudden people start coming through the door. My parents, my brother, my friends, two random people with an eight year old daughter, and finally Jordan. I protest almost immediately but nothing is working. I know they are speaking to me but I cant hear a word they say. It is all muted by some thick disturbing cloud of nothingness. I begin to yell at them. They continue to talk to me as I scream at them. They cant hear a word that I say either. I am trapped in a bubble. I feel lonely and misplaced. Jared picks up my playstation and smashes it to bits. My father goes into my room and brings back my championship rings. I watch in slow motion as he drops them into molten metal basins that sit in my (or is it the Kleinmans) fireplace. I see my mom stab my cat because he seems to be ignoring her. I try to scream at them again. They are all looking at me talking. I look over and see Jordan looking at me and just smiling. She gets up and walks away, but not through my house. The side of my house has been transformed into a clouded walkway into nothingness. The color of the white blinds me as I watch Jordan's back disappear into the void. I run out my own door and sit by my car. A small black spider crawls across my dirt stained feet. The two random people come out holding their daughter. They sit her down next to me. She looks at me with strikingly beautiful eyes for her age. They look down at me and say they thought this might help. Then they just walk away. Their daughter is still there but now she is looking at the ground ahead of me. I begin to weep. The girl looks at me. I can see the pity in her eyes. I put my arms around her in a hug so deep it takes her breath away. Her shoulder becomes wet with my tears. I don't know what to say and couldn't talk even if I did. I sit there holding this young girl and cry and cry.
then I wake up.
then I wake up.