The Journal

Dream #1

The air was cold and crisp. It whipped at my bare skin, as I was outside for some strange reason in this dream. I waved to the dark man, as always seeing as he was in this dream to. The night was one of those summer nights where you leave the window open to let the cool breeze inside. Or where you would go to sleep in just your  undies and relax. As I looked around I noticed the town I was in, had a sort of vibrant vibe. The type of vibe you get from your favorite uncle. They were pretty average height and looked pretty brand new. What caught my eye, was the coffee shop squeezed in the middle of two bigger buildings. The sign swung back and forth because of the breeze and a cheery sound rang through my ears  from the direction of the shop. It looked like an average coffee shop that you'd find just about anywhere. But it felt as if some thing was drawing me to go to the shop. Tucking the blue scarf into my baggy brown jacket, that obviously or appearing to me at least, needed a wash , I headed off to the shop. I got there in about 5 minutes, I guess I was not that far away from it.  I twisted the knob to the shop and opened the door, greeted by the waiter and the ding of the golden bell at the top of the door. I stepped inside and ran a calm hand through my hair as I looked around. Letting out a soft sigh I moved forward into the coffee shop and stepped in line. Taking another look around, I instantly knew what produced such an alluring vibe. The entertainment happened to be a young woman who sat on a stool in the middle of the shop, with a microphone tilted in her direction perfectly. It seemed that she had just finished performing because at the moment she was signing autographs and napkins for the customers. Inhaling, I smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, hints of perfume still roaming through the air and the wonderful sweet scent of blueberry muffins. I smiled at the brunette who apperantly was taking my order now, I somehow happen to be in the front of the line now. I ordered a Macha green tea. I don't even know what that is, but I ordered it. I went and found a table on the sides of the shop and took a seat next to the window. I gazed around the small shop, taking in more detail. From the cursive letters on the green menu boards to the small scratches on my table, I observed everything silently, just like I always do. A waiter brought my tea soon and I gazed down into the cup smiling to myself. For some reason, I didn't just start drinking. It felt as if I was waiting for something, or had this feeling that something was going to happen. The wind blew open the door and in came a shivering breeze for a brief moment, though it had an effect on the entire shop. Customers shivered and cuddled into their partners or tightened their jackets. I fixed my scarf and looked down into my tea again. There was a butterfly imprint in my tea. After staring at it for a moment I noticed that my tea had began to swirl slightly. 'Is the breeze still lingering? Is that what this is?' I thought to myself as I watched it. The tea stopped swirling and went back to its original state, the butterfly gone now. I believed I was crazy or hallucinating in the dream, that being my only explanation of what happened next. I relaxed my tense shoulders and breathed out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding in. I peered down into the tea and was soon sprayed with hot tea. A beautiful monarch butterfly emerged from the tea and flew up in front of me. In that moment, time stood still. The droplets of tea that were supposed to splash everywhere had stopped midair, and had formed into small droplets of tea. I moved out of my seat and looked around stating to have a bit of fun, completely forgetting of the butterfly. It was like I had a sudden feeling to be mischievous. I messed with the orders on the chef's metal circle and smiled to myself. I moved everything on each table slightly out of place. I let out a content sigh and left the shop. The best part being the free tea. "Danny! Danny!" I heard my mother call, looking around and back at the shop, as if I were looking for her. In honesty I have no idea what her role was other than to wake me.  The butterfly was fluttering outside of the shop, in a small circle before it started to make it's way to me. Then I woke up- that's all for that dream Journal. I enjoyed the dream a little bit and glad I had it. A butterfly that stops time seems like a good topic to write on for Mrs. Jone's class tomorrow. Though God knows she may call my mother again and have my explain my bizarre imagination and express fake concern. Though for now I can say I agree with her, my imagination is just as bizarre as her teaching. Hah, Farewell for now Journal.

Sincerely, Danny