Esprits œil Télévision (Mind's Eye Television)

Walk with a friend

I dreamt about my friend.

We were close all throughout High school, but haven't spoken since graduation.

That was a year ago.

I suppose we had our own shit to deal with, and we kind of just drifted apart.  

The dream was upsetting to say the least. I was having Menstrual cramps like crazy that night, so I had no idea when I actually fell asleep. Which ment I was completely unaware that what I experienced in that dream wasn't real.

I dreamt we were at school. It was time for us to go home, and many of the other girls were leaving, with distinct sounds of chatter as they left.

My friend and I were under a tree in our school called the central tree, because it was  literally in the center of our school yard. Really old, but undying, flourishing even.

I got up with a, "lets just go home" and I went to grab my bag. I reached for my school bag and saw that my phone charger was sticking out of someone else's bag. I got angry of course and I don't remember what it was exactly that I said but it was probably along the lines of, " Fucking thief."

My friend was quiet the whole time. Pliant. It was unlike her and I felt that way in the dream as well. She was usually just as talkative and energetic as I was, which was a lot I must admit. We had that much in common.

As we walked home the sky became darker and darker, until it looked as if it was around 9pm. I felt uneasy, but since I used to get home from school activities as late as 7:30pm back then, I didn't think of it as unusual.

While we walked, there were several instances where different cars would park ahead of us on the side of the road that we were on. We'd switch sides but the same thing would happen again. It was terrifying. Because deep down I think we both knew what whoever was in those cars were trying to do.

It got to the point were my friend and I would resort to switching roads entirely. We wanted to be on the most busiest one possible.

This is where my memory of this dream gets foggy. At some point while we walked, I found out that my friends life at home was as safe as stepping into the ring at a dog fight. Her 'Step father' I presume, is a wad of shit with predatory behavior. Her mother uncaring and her older sister not around, it left my friend with only her brother to give a damn. But he wasn't around most times either.

I felt sad and disgusted but that doesn't really matter when you think of the reality that she had to go back home to that place. Hell. That was the reason we walked for so long wasn't it? To get home?

But is that really a home at all?

I grabbed her hand and told her we were going to my house. Thinking about it now , what would that solve? Just one night for her to sleep well for once? But can a person actually rest soundly in heaven, knowing that they have to go back to hell the next day?

My memory is getting even more foggy. I'm forgetting details faster that I can type I'm afraid.

We get to my house. Finally.

We ate, cracked jokes and just like that my best friend returned to normal. She was back to being as loud as I was and the atmosphere was warm.

And this is where I COMPLETELY forgot everything that happened onwards. Damn. I feel lime I forgot something HUGE. I really wanted to get to the end of this but it seems that's impossible.

On the bright side, the moment I woke up from this dream I texted her. Since I'm superstitious I really couldn't go about my day without hearing from her. She isn't really the 'fast to reply' type so I'll wait as long as it takes to be honest.

That's it for now :-):'(