| DREAM: 10/9/04 (Part 1) |
| Last night I had two dreams. But they were connected. The second was a sequel to the first. I thought I ought to share them.... I looked out my window and saw them coming. I didn't consider it odd that they were riding in a carriage, but I saw my uncle and aunt, and in the back was my grandfather. I ran out and noticed they had shut the curtain to the back. I smiled. "You guys came to visit me!" I said, very excited. They smiled secretively. "We brought someone else too!" they said. I told them who it was, and after they asked me how I knew, I told them about the window. Then I saw the other carriage. They had brought my mom along with others to come visit me! The most important person though, was the one who was handed to me next. Noah. My precious little Noah. I held him up, and he giggled and smiled at me. I laughed and held him in my arms. But all too soon they took him away so I could talk to my Mom. The next thing I know, my mother is dead. I'm not sad. I'm worried about Noah. For some reason I guess, I know Zach is okay. I wasn't concerned about him. Only Noah. Keith was angry about my mother's death. And for some reason he blamed Noah. Little Noah who is only a year old! The next time I got to see Noah he had been beaten. Badly. He was bleeding...I wanted to cry. Keith had beat him so bad that Noah was going to be deformed for life. I didn't care though. I still loved him. If Keith didn't want him, then I would take him. But they took Noah away before I could say anything or offer to take him. I cried. Two years later or so...(Still the first dream) I had finally found Noah. Keith had sold Noah to a rich man as a servant. The man had legally adopted Noah to prevent child labor and human trafficking laws. He was having a party when I showed up. I had been at his house once before. He hadn't had Noah then, and I had not stayed long. I had jumped his fence and landed in his hot tub where his son had been. I had apologized, smiled at the young boy and kept on going through their yard. That had been years and years ago. I believe, by the look of the son, that we were twelve or thirteen. So I hadn't been looking for Noah then. And now I was back at that same house. The pool was huge. And there were people I knew in it. Somehow the man already knew what I wanted, but I couldn't get his attention. Everyone was trying to get me to jump in and play this game with them. It was so fun they claimed. I shook my head. "No, I am busy. Besides I'm not very good at games," I said. The man looked over at me. "If you win. You can have the child back," he said. He turned away to keep playing as I dove in. Now this was a very complex game of tag. The rules were easy enough to understand. It was just very difficult to play, let alone win. There were five items, just random items. One of them was balloons. Another I think was presents. Anyways, the point was to tag someone before they could tag you. Then you would say the next number up of a certain item. For example, if they "had" three balloons, you would tag them and say "four balloons." Then they had four balloons. The point was to get everyone else to a set number of each of the five items. Then they were out. For example: if the set number was five and someone had four balloons, if they got tagged with a fifth balloon then they were out of balloons and couldn't get anymore. Once they were all out of items they had to get out of the pool. Also, you couldn't tag a person twice in a row. You had to tag someone else first. This prevented just sitting there and tagging someone til they were out. This was the game. I was bad at it... As soon as I was in the water, I was tagged by different people. I did try though, with all my might. Tyler was there. Oddly when I lost all my balloons a real balloon floated up into the air. I looked up at it. And I was sad. "I didn't know you really lost your balloons," I said. "I want a balloon." Tyler, being as nice as he is, gave me one of his balloons. I dunno how, but he did. So I kept playing. Everyone, including me, seemed unusually agile and quick in the water. We moved in ways I wasn't positive how we all knew how to do. I mean we weren't super flexible, just skilled in the water. I finally caught up with the rich man. He was in the shallow water, and he had a "friend." His friend was a trained martial arts expert. Talk about cheating. I managed to tag him, then snag someone else swimming by so I could get him again. I swam at him to tag him again. His hand came at me before I saw it and hit me flat in the nose. It actually pushed me back in the water. My nose was definetly broken. He couldn't tag me again though. Not for a bit. HIs martial arts friend was back. So I grabbed the rich mans arm and used it to spin myself around and try tag the martial arts guy. The rich man for some reason played along. The martial arts man spun around and slammed me in the nose again. My nose was now broken in two places. "That was stupid," I muttered. "Can you hit people in the nose in this game?" "No," said the rich man, as he smiled. "Cheaters." Then I realized something. I could touch the bottom. And for some reason this gave me confidence. I knew this was my turf. I dunno how or why, but it was my turf. Probably something to do with my synchronized swimming...I took the stance Matt taught me, and wished silently that he was here to take on that scary martial arts dude. Or at least he had taught me more than how to swing a sword. There were no swords here. I looked at the two opponents I now faced. And I realized the rules had changed. This was no longer a game of friendly tag. This was a game of endurance. To see who could stay in the water the longest. It was about how much pain you could take. My nose was bleeding I'm sure, but I grabbed a net from the side of the pool and held it cautiously. Someone was about to be seriously injured. And I hoped it wasn't me.... |