I've always had dreams (almost every other day),
not as in 'ambition' dreams, but 'sleeping' dreams.
And they're usually of action genre.
War, adrenaline-filled escapes, heroic battles.
Just the night before...
it was some sort of war epic again,
this time with the one love of my life.
I cannot remember if it was Baby or whoever else,
I only know the boy was breathtakingly handsome!
We were on the run along with two other couples,
(My friends, when I woke up though I forgot who they were)
from mad soldiers firing um. Boomerang-looking guns.
The entire street was chaos,
we successfully made our way past many obstacles
before settling under a sheltered hiding place.
Thats when I believed we were all safe and
the dream, as per usual should have ended there.
It didn't.
We were in embrace.
Don't ask me how the dream played out
but it honestly felt like the boy and I had been together
for over a century. The intensity of emotions.
I remember clearly then, all of a sudden our cover blew.
In that same instant I saw a sneaking soldier, heard a few gunshots
and realized two black holes lodged in the boy's chest.
In my dream the atmosphere spelt Death.
Surreal as it was, not so actually,
I felt an overwhelming wrench twisting in my heart.
It was devastating as I tugged and wailed, "Noo not you... not you, please!"
(Okay dam drama but thats how it happened)
As I stared into the boy's beautiful face
I could almost understand why Juliet didn't want to live
when she thought her Romeo was gone forever.
Surreal as it was I knew I'd have pulled out the shots,
retrigger them on my own body if I could choose.
For real. In the dream it felt that way.
Which, is why I said the one love of my life at the start.
And then I woke up when everything caved in.
Hahaha yep, dreams are strange.
Hard to differentiate from reality
yet when awake you recognize how impossible the whole scenario is.
Dreams appear so vivid while they're actually processing
yet when awake no matter how you recall it doesn't come back.
Voices and faces, they become figurative.
Just the conscious state of feelings that linger on for a while.
Such love in my dream is thought-provoking.
It is strong, warm and fuzzy.
