Dream

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by MK_Weber

by MK_Weber

I had a dream the other night so unlike all the rest

It wasn't strange or perverted by darkness

Not some hellish scape my brain has decided to torment me with

It wasn't a nightmare no, it was good dream

I was wearing a dress and heels, with my hair curled

In my dream I was rushing

Fixing my hair and doing my makeup

My family was there, bickering as usual

When we arrive, I know exactly where to go

I leave my family to their own, smoothing out my clothes as I step out of the car

I walk inside

The lobby is lush, colored in red and gold and dark wood

People there seem to know me and I them

They lead me into a room

There is a coupling of overstuffed chairs at the front

I know one of them is for me

I walk between two rows of people

The room is dark and reminds me of my school's old gymnasium

There's a screen playing a clip overhead

As I move deeper into the room my adrenaline spikes

I know this presentation

I take my seat just as the music stops and the woman opposite me turns

She is interviewing me about my novel that's apparently just been released

I tell her a short synopsis, my inspiration, and everything else she asks about

I tell her about my character's names, and hint about the second instalment in my trilogy

It was silly and indulgent

But it was a dream and that's all it had to be

It was a good dream.