Mason and I

Mason and I

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Day 145 of Florida

I guess when I'm at my lowest or I go to sleep depressed, I dream of Daniel. I don't remember the last time I dreamt about him. But, I do know it's been a while. At least, what my memory thinks is a while...

Last night, I dreamt about Daniel the entire time. I didn't dream about anything else. If I did, Daniel was there. 

WELCOME BACK:

My dream began near my middle school's track. I saw Daniel coaching a small group of kids. I was stunned! I remember my brain saying, "Oh my God! They gave him his job back?!" Suddenly, I was by his side, asking him questions. I'm certain some of those questions were about his actions two years ago that cost him his job, his friends and his family. But I don't remember the answers - if he gave any.

Yet I do recall Daniel telling me that he had to show me something. I was curious so I followed him wherever he went. At one point, I had to get on a tram that went off of a large cliff, over a deep gap, and to another cliff. The scariest part about the ride was that the trams didn't stop! You had to hop on and hope you stabilized yourself before going over that gap. I had a previous dream before about this tram. However, the first time I got on this tram, I was stable. It went over the gap (of course, I panicked since I'm afraid of heights) but I'm not sure if I made it to the other cliff. The second time - the dream with Daniel included - I wasn't stable and I had to cling on for dear life!!! I remember the narrator telling the riders to look to their left. They would see monuments/buildings in Arizona. The tram then slid downward for a bit, prior to heading back upwards and on to the adjacent cliff. Again, I don't know if I made it or not.

But the scene switched to Daniel and I. We were at some sort of strange park. There was a school bus, filled with people of all ages, that detached itself from this crazy shaped building. Once the bus was gone, Daniel and I entered the building through a secret door. He said once more, "I have something to show you..." Yet he didn't get the chance until I attacked him in a... sexual manner... 

That's where the dream ends... 

The dream has been vividly stuck in my brain the whole day. It seems that these Daniel conjured dreams are so important for my memory to hold on to. Why? That's a great question in which I wish I knew the answer to. 

I still want to find him and get a closure with him. But I don't know how to start my search or when. Or, if I should even do it by myself.


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