The nightmares are what hurt the worst, and a new one has
appeared. One that I wish I knew the meaning to. It starts on the highway into
town, around the middle of town, where the asphalt meets the bricks I lay my
Soprtster down and slide down the pavement. There is a rush of people. The
paramedics fight through the group; they get to me, scope me up and rush me to
the hospital. The dream goes black but I can still hear voices, “She’s tore up
pretty bad.” It’s Dr.Rolls’ voice. I struggle to open my eyes and there sitting
on the edge of the bed is Bowman. He smiles at me as I wake up. I start to cry
and feel pain radiating. “It’s going to be okay Honey. The pain stops. You are
going to be alright, I promise.” He whispers as he strokes my cheek.
Last night was the first time this dream has appeared. I was
still struggling with the one from earlier. They have two shared concepts, the
motorcycle and Bowman. They both hurt me, but this newest one I think hurts the
most. I’m not going to read anything into the dream… I just hope it’s not forewarning
I’m going to wreck my bike…
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