Sunday, December 8, 2013

You meet someone in dreams repeatedly, but each time they're a little different.

I've been slacking, I know! I've been doing a lot of reading. In fact, just today, I finished Game of Thrones... after about 8 months. (Gimme a break... it's 800+ pages! Plus I've read about 4 books in between.)

Oh and I got a keyboard, so I've been fiddling with that. :)

I'm a bit rusty. I like the idea better than the execution...

Writing Prompt #6 You meet someone in dreams repeatedly, but each time they're a little different.

I was 4 when I first dreamt of him. He was an old man with white hair and looked around my grandfather's age. I remember wondering who he was because he looked familiar, but like no one in the family I had ever seen.

He was playing with several kids my age and I wanted to play too. But for some reason, they were always just out of reach. Whenever I went to where I thought they were, they were somewhere else. I was always able to see what they were doing, but I couldn't find a way to participate.

I was too young to make sense of it, and didn't think anything of it.

When I was 12, he reappeared. He was younger now, maybe late 40s. The children around him were a older, again about my age. There were only 2 this time and they more closely resembled him. He was with a woman that looked to be his wife and they were very happy. They looked to be on a family vacation on a tropical island.

When I woke up, I asked my mom about the family and if there were any uncles or second cousins that I hadn't met yet. We were a very close family and as far as I knew, we all migrated to the States during the war and no one was left behind.

I scoured through the few old pictures she was able to bring with her when she fled, but I never saw him in any of them.

Nine years later, he reemerged. He was my age this time. I recognized him right away. He was about to graduate college, as was I. The people around him were definitely family. I saw my mom there this time, much older as well as some cousins who also aged. He must be family, but who was he?

I looked through pictures again, and scoured family Facebook accounts to see if I could determine who he was. No success.

Five years later, I saw him again. He was a teenager now. Young, awkward, but still well adjusted. I stopped trying to put meaning behind it. After all, they were just dreams weren't they?

At 36, he came to me again. This time he was about 4 years old. I couldn't believe it when I dreamt of him again. All this time I had been dreaming of my future son! This time, I was dreaming about him at the age he actually was. His beautiful face, his resemblance to the family!

I recalled the dreams I had when I was younger, and hoped the future I had dreamed for him would come true.