Day 5 - Dreams
Day 5, your dreams.
My dreams. I haven’t had many in recent times that I remember longer than a day. A majority of my dreams Have little to do with what goes on in my life. But they always involve people I know in the oddest way. But I don’t want to talk about those dreams. Those are the ones that don’t really matter to me, not in the long run. Well, there is one I want to mention.
This dream happened a few months ago, before I broke up with my ex. In the dream we were in an old, murky warehouse building. It had multiple levels, it may have been a parking garage at some point. But on the level we were on there was an office building, with only a couple rooms, set right in the middle. The walls, ceiling, and floors of the garage were cement, but this office was build of wood. Old, dark, stained wood. The windows were the kind you would find on a cottage, small, square, and with the two strips of wood running vertically and horizontally. It was odd. But i didn’t think that at the time. It seemed normal. There was an exit near the southwest corner. The exit, like the office, was lined with wood all around it. It was like the exit, a tunnel-like corridor that was built in the large cement opening, once used for cars. The wood extension could fit only people. This corner of the huge level is where I sat against the wall. This room, we’ll call it, was full of people. Run down. Poor. But it wasn’t just us. It was the whole world. Almost post apocalyptic. I sat with my boyfriend and a few close friends we were able to meet up with. My boyfriend got up and left to go to the bathroom that was located in the center office. When he came back he seemed different. He was dressed like an 80s punk. But he’d been wearing that before he left. It was his hair and his eyes. His hair seemed darker, it seemed less like the brown, curly mess it usually was, and more like a slightly longer, flat but waved black mess of hair. His eyes, instead of the dark brown, were now blue. A vibrant blue. He gave me a lazy, one-sided smile, something he’s never done. He also, but I’m not sure if it was just the lighting, seemed a bit paler. He was usually very tan, being half native. He came and sat down next to me again. He smelled of cigarettes. I loved the smell of cigarettes. But he doesn’t smoke cigarettes. I asked him, “who are you?” I don’t know why. He was my boyfriend, he was. “Gabe, honey.”. He had a raspy voice. Well, it was smooth, but it had a defined rasp that showed up around vowels. I smiled at him, and his face was close to mine. I asked him, “what have you done to my boyfriend?”. He shrugged and said, “I’ve just taken up shop in his head for a little while. He’s still in here,” he tapped his head with his middle finger, “but I’m in control right now. Pushed him to the back burner.” he smirked. I smiled and laughed. I don’t know why I was so okay with this. “so are you a ghost?” i asked him next “yeah, I died 60 or so years ago. I was shot.” I asked no question. This was ordinary to me. Not that it happens often or anything, but I thought nothing spectacular of it. I thought it was cool. So we started talking, he told me more in depth about how he died, and his life before that. I found myself beginning to slowly feel closer to this person, Gabe. I suddenly wanted him to stay in my boyfriends body. I didn’t want him anymore, I wanted Gabe. But i knew he had to leave. Which is why i kissed him. He smelled beautiful, like every scent I have every loved combined to make this…unearthly scent, it was amazing. I only kissed him. It was the best kiss I had ever received though. Incomparable to any other. Suddenly though everyone started running, screaming frantically. We sat and waited until everyone left. It had been the police. They’d pulled their weapons, and threatened to shoot. So we left after the majority of the crowd cleared out through that narrow wooden corridor. And I woke up.
I woke up with a feeling of the deepest, most whole loneliness feeling I’d ever felt. I never thought it could be so consuming. But at the same time i felt a presence. A warm, safe, everything I’d ever longed for, feeling. Inside of me, in my mind.
It’s been there with me ever since. Gabriel has been with me ever since.
