The nightmare is one that bothers me every night. It’s been
there lingering for the last couple of weeks. Usually it starts with the
picture of me and him on his bike. You can see our two smiles, then the picture
goes from still to life, the bike rumbles to life, I wave goodbye to my Mom and
away we go. It plays out almost exactly the same way it did the day the picture
was taken the movement the reactions, the happenings. Except something changes
and we end up on the highway to the hills, somewhere we didn’t originally go
that day. As the dream progresses everything is great and then suddenly the
bike tilts and we begin to slide across the pavement. He reaches out to catch
me, his eyes meet mine, the love is still there, he wants to catch me, but I
keep sliding.
Sometimes the dream stops here, other times it moves to us standing
in the parking lot talking. The conversation lingers and stays the same, the
look in his eyes is the same, and the heartache is still there. I just turn and
walk away, and as I reach my car my eyes meet his. There is where it always
ends.
Of course I know what the dream signifies, losing love. It’s
just odd that it begins with that day, a day when I couldn’t have been more in
love with him. My nightmares of my high school sweetheart are completely different;
they aren’t vivid like this dream is. They don’t haunt me like this dream does.
There is something different about this dream, something that I haven’t exactly
figured out . . . something. . .
No comments:
Post a Comment