To think time would pass so quickly. I got up to hold my guitar. The condition it was in was good but with a new strap, the case … I got a case for my guitar? Well whatever it is, it doesn't bother me. I know I was told to rest but I wanted to wait for this person, even if I only know his name. A knock at the door my face lits up.
"Come in."
"Guess what I got?" it was only William.
"Really Will, I really thought you were someone important."
"Wow, you didn't even bother guessing, I got mom's soup."
"Thanks."
We talked for a bit about how the days went with me and he brought up his question.
"So Leroy, how was it like in your mind?"
"I can't exactly describe it, it's not dreamlike yet it feels weird, sort of discontinued."
"What do you mean?" Will perks up with curiosity. "Like are you saying it's like a long movie you're starring in?"
"Not exactly but for the most part, I'm in a mess of pretty much everything around me."
"Tell me about one of your dreams."
"Okay, so how should I start this? I might not remember much."
"Well Leroy it's your dream or whatever, I need to think about something else so continue."
"Fine."
…
A dark passage in this eerie air, it feels so dense around me. I wasn't sure how to feel about this, fear? Is this what it felt like for me?
I'm only walking on what I can see, which is a path of pebbles, beyond that, was darkness. I don't like this feeling, this feeling of loneliness and despair. If he was here what could it be like, every time he came I would have hope.
The passage then leads to a well, old, and falling apart. Then as I get closer a red substance spurs out of the well, hardening everything it touches when it turns black. I can't move, I was struck by fear, whenever I try the liquid gushes faster. What should I do?
I just stood there, being devoured by this … this mess. If I could see, if I could find, if I could feel that warmth again.
The liquid makes its way up to my neck, face, trying to end with my eyes. Before I went out, someone was coming out of the well. I felt hope but this time the person wasn't him it was me.
The person in front of me was me, with shallow and dark eyes that cried black tears. He's been hurting, he seemed as though he had lost something. I stood there looking at a broken reflection of me, something I didn't want to see. I'm so torn. Before it all ends he covers my eyes and shushes. As he does so I forget how to breathe, and it all goes blank.
…
"That sounds intense," says Will.
"Um yeah, I thought I was going to die, like really die."
"Who's the, he that you talk about?"
"I don't know, he showed up a couple of times to help me but he always leaves."
"Do you have a description of him?"
"I don't remember but it's just a feeling."
"Wow to remember a dream so vividly but not a person. Disappointing"
"That's mean."
Knock knock. The door, someones here.