I Will Dream
I dream.
When the sun sets over the pines, and the path from my door to the forest darkens, the visions come. Sometimes right away, and sometimes not till the very early morning hours, but they come. And I seem to fall asleep.
I dream that I walk quietly down the darkened path to the forest line. It seems to pull me into the shadows and I begin to run. I move as quickly and quietly as the wind, over the twisting earth and between the massive trees. I can run for miles before I come upon a single person.
Sometimes they’re sleeping, and sometimes they’re walking. But they never see me until it’s too late. I feel their life slip from their body. I can almost see it. The sight of death is pressed into my mind so when I wake I see it there still.
During the day, if I venture into town for supplies, I greet strangers on the road. They’re all the same. They smile and say hello. Some nod in friendly acknowledgement. I feel nothing. I want to feel something. I will gather my supplies and head home.
And when the sun begins to set over the pines, and the path darkens in the looming dusk, a chill of excitement will crawl over me. The visions are coming. And I will dream.