Behind The Clouds

The Dream

My name is Aceda. And I'll make one thing clear to you: This life is killing me.

It's so weird I can't even understand what's going on. A few minutes ago, I was slowly falling asleep. And then I had this dream:

I'm standing in the middle of a dark hallway. A person with blonde hair ran past me. I didn't get a good look at her, only a glimpse, but that was enough to tell me that she was in a hurry. I quickly looked around me, and then silently tried to follow her. But I couldn't move. It was like my legs were glued to the ground. Even though I couldn't move, I could see what the she was doing, the girl who ran past me. It was like a movie, except that it was real. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her.

It was really difficult finding her, but I guess I managed to track her down. She was wearing a black shirt and pant. She had a knife in her hand and a murderous look on her face. She wasn't someone I'd want to get into a fight with. The person looked vaguely familiar to me. Thoughts crossed my mind... it wasn't the person who walks past my house with her dog everyday, it wasn't the milkman's daughter either, and it definitely wasn't the girl who lived next door. I racked my brain but couldn't get any answer. I got so mad that I almost hit my head on the wall behind me. And then I... wait a second... wall? There wasn't any wall behind me earlier. I opened my eyes and scanned the perimeter. Nope, there wasn't a wall behind me earlier. Then how'd it get there?

I decide to take my mind off it. I close my eyes, and once again try to concentrate on the girl. The vaguely familiar girl seemed to have reached the end and was looking for another way to go. When she found out that there was no way to go, she broke the wall. The entire wall in one blow. I don't know how she did it but she broke the wall. And then she ran right through it.

She found herself in a pitch black room - a hidden room. I didn't know that things like that still existed. Anyway, the girl seemed pretty nervous. But the way she broke that wall, I don't think she should have been nervous. But she maintained that look, that murderous look. I was getting pretty sacred of her.

"Come out!" she shouted.

"Shut up, will you?" someone shouted back from behind the curtains. "You've managed to get in here, and you even broke the wall. And now, you're screaming at me?" The curtains had a strange pattern of clouds on it.

"Get on with it. If you don't explain, I'll kill you."

"Do what you may. But you're not going to get a word out of my mouth."

"Suit yourself." And then, the girl lifted a gun and shot the curtains. And the person from behind the curtains fell down to the ground.

And the person who was shot, was none other than me.

Or at least, she looked a lot like me.