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I lay in my bed waiting for someone. I don't know what I'm waiting for, but I know it's important enough to stay in this little apartment and smell the stench of fresh and rotting fish. I close my eyes putting my hands up under my head to prop my self up higher then the incredibly flat pillow could ever do. My eyes are closed? Yes, but I can still see everything. The large bed that I lay on with dirty grey sheets that took up the entire apartment other then some cramped walking space (roughly 7") all around to walk. The peeling white paint from the walls showing the mold and dirt that lay underneath. The small dim light fixture not hanging much higher then I when I stood. The amazingly small dresser that was on either side the bulged with dirty clothes and linens. The clothes weren't even mine and I had no intention of wearing them.
I opened my eyes again. I stared at the walls with the peeling white paint that was so dirty the if not for the small window that you couldn't see out of without scraping years of thick cobwebs from it you would have thought this apartment was located underground. I sat up brushing the my arms to remove whatever had followed me from the bed spread. Swinging my legs around my black boots hit the unstable floor with a thump and a jingle from all the buckles and straps that was required to keep the boot safely on my small feet. I sat there for what felt like a long while I examined my own wrists. I had an assortment of black bands and ribbons on my left, but to my right there was only a tightly fitted watch that dug into my skin when i flexed and and a scar from middle forearm that ended at the top of my shoulder. The battle wound (as it looked) was once deep and painful, but it had healed leaving nothing but the beautiful white scar that I seemed to cherish with my whole being.
Foot steps started up the stairs and I was suddenly alert like a cat that had just heard a mouse move through reeds of grass. I cluched at a knife with familiarity and I softly moved from the bed to the small bath room and slightly shut the door. Before the time I heard the foot steps I hadn't known why I was there or what I was supposed to be doing there, but now... now I knew. I was some sort of assassin. Payed or not for this job I was going to kill whoever came into this room with a kind of pleasure that rushed through all my vanes leaving worm bubbly happiness.
A shiver run down my spine as the door opened and it was game on. He walked into the room a tall handsome man about two years older then I. 'Course I wasn't sure why I didn't know how old I was... maybe it was a part of my training as something almost to the break of evil. He walked around the bed and set his brief case down and took off his tie. Why was he wearing a tie? What did this guy do for a living anyways? I didn't know how old I was but I was most defonetly not in my twenties yet. I shouldn't care what he does or how old this guy is I thought to myself and stepped out of the bathroom.
I looked at him for a second as he turned at the sounds of the noise of the bathroom door. Instead of raising my hand to finnish the job how it was meant to be finished I slowly put the knife back in my boot and looks deeply into his eyes. I knew this man... maybe not from this life, but without a doubt in my head I knew that I had once loved this man with everything that I had, had and I couldn't fulfill the job that I was built for. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. "I love you?" Was the question that slipped from my lips. He still did not say anything, but stepped closer and took one of my hands cautiously. A smile and some happy tears sprung to my face. I jumped forward and hugged him tightly, my head in his shoulder.
After a few seconds he was cooing me to stop crying and that it was all okay while his shoulder sleeve looked like it had been dumped in a bucket of water. Soon the tears stopped from both of our faces and as he started to kiss my neck and cheek. I lifted my head to his mouth and his lips touched mine for the first time in years and I realized how much I missed him and a wondering thought in the back of my head of how I could had even survived without this man. He kissed me passionately his hands on my face, his tongue in my mouth and his tear stained cheek pressed closely to mine. I closed my eyes and took the kiss I had been waiting for. If this was all I could have during this life, that was enough.
In one fast motion I pulled the knife from my boot and shoved it in his chest, where his once fast beating heart was. He fell to the ground, his eyes still closed and a smile still on his face. I pulled the knife from his chest whipping the blood off on the dirty grey sheets. I put my baby back in my boot and stepped over my loves body. I could still taste him... the best taste in the world I had in my mouth as I walked away from the best moment in my life.
Comment on wait you think this dream means. I have this dream every once in a while (3 times a month) and sometimes it's different then other times. This dream in question was the one I had last night. This dream has came to me in chapters. so tell me what you think it mean. |
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Posted by JViolet23 on 2008-06-18 13:33:04 | Rating: | Views: 37
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Well, to me, I can see a small assortment of things that this could mean.
1.) You love someone, but somehow know that he is not to be trusted (ie he is going to betray you, be unfaithful, has been unfaithful, etc), so you feel you must do something about it. This would be your mind telling you to stop him before he can decieve you, or whatever it is that is the reason he cannot be trusted.
2.) You may have a past love who you still love and who still seems to care for you, but you have not seen him in a long time. You may want to let go of him, but find you can't. This would be your mind telling you to find a way to let go (hopefully in a more non-violent way :)).
Those are just a couple of ways to interpret this dream. There are probably others, depending on who you ask. I hope this helps a little.
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Posted by Lupulescu
on 2008-06-18 13:45:43
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