I was with my friend and we were in his room mostly, just talking to each other. We were having fun and laughing, and some of his friends were there and occasionally came in. After a little while, he started cringing. He kept claiming it was nothing, until finally he grabbed his hand and told me to leave the room. I refused, and so he showed me his hand. It had a black, triangular hole in the center of his palm, and three colored right triangles around it. Then he left the room. After a few minutes, I saw him outside the window. He looked up at me and nodded, so I went out to him. He looked at his hand and said "This isn't good." I asked what he meant, and so he showed me he his hand and there were remains of the black triangle. He said that it still hurt.
Then we were in a park, under a pine tree, and it started snowing. I became very excited, but he told me to concentrate on him. I couldn't resist running out into the snow and twirling in it before he grabbed me and held me close. At that point I concentrated on him. I felt like I was flying up, high above the trees, and then I could see the park and everyone else below my feet. I heard glorious singing and saw a couple in the sky with us, singing out to the Heavens. I felt happiness and joy through my whole being, and the more I concentrated on my friend, the more I felt it.
Then I saw my friend and I together, at the end of our wedding, and then we were back in his room. I started trying to build a mood, but he told me no, that what I'd seen wasn't real, yet I was still in the wedding dress. But then his friend opened the door, and I looked at myself and saw no dress. My friend pushed me off and left the room. Something else happened that I can't remember clearly. It might have been like an explosion.
Then I was at home, and I could feel something was there that shouldn't be. I searched for it, found and killed it. I went back inside and found my friend in the shower, so I went in the bathroom and talked to him a bit. After a minute, his voice changed. It was feminine, and I could see his hair above the top of the curtain, and a female silhouette. I ran out of the bathroom, calling for my friend. Then a creature told me he had gone somewhere. It told me exactly where, but I can't remember. Then it threw a 3D object the shape of the symbol on my friend's hand. I caught it, hoping that if I held onto it long enough, I'd get the same mark and be taken where Mac was. I felt cold, then numb, and my vision warped. Then everything looked normal, and the creature and girl were gone, and so was my friend. I dropped the thing and my hand tingled horribly. The tingling wore off and I dropped to my knees. I'd lost him.
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold