Dreams and Nightmares
January 2, 2007
Started on New Year’s Eve with a good dream. Waking to his scent in the air and my chest bursting with his presence. I walked around the house for about an hour, not wanting to let it go.
A few hours later I was up again, running from my own screams. Sitting in the street, holding Rick in my arms, rocking back and forth, “…be alright, I promise oh God hang on please hang on SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!”
Last night I woke up to him in bed beside me. Crunching broken bones, decomposing flesh.
For the first time since I’ve lived here I spent the rest of the night at my grandparents. I thought the first dream was a sign of good things to come in 2007.
maybe not so much.
Comment posted by
at 1/1/0001 12:00:00 AM
Maybe the bad needs to be got through before the good comes. Maybe.
