Dream Walker

Dreams are often the oddest thing, but sometimes the line between reality is far and thin.

When my eyes close and the dark reaches to the center of my vision like a wave, I can feel myself slowly drift to sleep.

It rocks me like a child with warmth and safety.

Sometimes like a piece of sand in an hourglass I drift unto a new plane of space.

The sensation of falling, unable to see and soft winds catching me.

Neither warm or cold, but I feel them.

When my eyes take notice of where I have set myself, it's still very chalky and unclear.

I have to rub eyes sometimes, to get rid of the blur.

There's often a clearing with long green grass being pushed by the wind.

It isn't night, but the sky is purple and you could that there are stars.

I try to focus, and the scene changes slightly while I am unaware.

A calm black pool, small and unobtrusive is there near me.

Curious I go to the pool.

I can't see the bottom, but as look into it.

A silvery white hand reaches up out of the water.

I grab the hand, and it pulls me down into the dark.

It is black and then I am standing, in a space that doesn't end.

It is neither light or dark, and you can't see anywhere, but you can see all the same.

Maybe I was the light in that space, but I wouldn't know for sure.

I walk endlessly, without noise or sound to guide me.

Sometimes there is a door, often I go through it.

There was a door, a simple white painted door.

I opened the door and walked into the light.

Then I was standing in a garden, it was light and airy.

Dew still fresh on the leaves around me.

My sight zooms in on a spider web.

Like shining crystals in the light, there was fourteen small triangular spiders.

All in a circle on a web.

I could almost here them speak.

But I didn't understand the words.

By body moved on it's own, like ghost or apparition.

There was a dainty bird bath, in it's mirroring reflection I saw not me, but rather the passing memories that I've had.

It was pleasant.  

Then I was standing at a door again.

This one was dark and shorter than the other.

The door felt heavy as I opened it.

That heaviness festered into my mind like a cloud, and my conscious self went into dormancy.

Then I woke up as a child, this child was different from me.

But we were the same.

I played, laughed, and cried, not knowing anything about me that was hidden away.

My memories were gone, and I completely believed I was that person.

Those people I recognized, and knew their names.

Responding to a name that wasn't my own.

A reality that wasn't mine.

Only when I was falling asleep was I able to remember who I was.

It was only when the conscious was gone, that I was able to step away.

Another door.

Metal and chipped paint.

I recognized that door.

It was my door.

Relief, I grabbed the rusted handle to open the door.

Clear as day, I fell.

It was neither light or dark.

I saw it then, a soft blue glow.

I could recognized the familiarity.

I grabbed it with my mind.

Anchoring myself with such a force, I woke and gasped for breath.

Looking around, at my bed.

Was it a dream, or was it more?

Do my dreams always have to start with a door?

I try to think more of it, but often it becomes a blur.

Only sometimes do I remember, the person I was before.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy the inner mind of me, please feel free to comment. :D

Reviews

[FriendlyKittyCat]

I love this piece! Sometimes I wish there were dream cameras so that we could see how things shift when we're unaware. However, they are not needed when there are writers like you who can capture a dream so nicely. Thank you for sharing!

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Thank you for your review :}