30 Day Letter Challenge

Day Five: Dreams.

Dear reader,

Many a time and oft, I'm able to recall dreams vividly upon waking up. Sometimes they're ludicrous or simply impossible but I believe that dreams are our psyche's way of communicating with us. A dream that has stuck with me occurred five months ago. It started with me, some family members, and friends running down a foggy street but none of us had any idea why. We just kept running and running without our sight, just our instincts.

 As we did so, we passed by a decaying human corpse on the side of the road. One of my younger cousins exclaimed in disgust but his father pulled him away so that we could continue on our path. Turning a corner, we arrived at a gated community with four guards on duty. Andrew Lincoln, yes the actor from the Walking Dead, then emerged from our small group and climbed over the wall, saying that he needed to go over before it was too late. I tried doing the same thing but the wall was too high so I stalked around with the small group, thinking of a plan to get through the guards. After a short moment, we decided to fight our way in, so we headed over to the guards. 

Suddenly, my mum and aunt reached the guards before us, they were accompanied by another group of people coming in from the east of my group. They pleaded with the guards to let us in but they wouldn't budge, insisting that it was private property but after a second glance at the amount of people there, he gave it another thought. All of a sudden, the gates swung open from the inside and we caught a glimpse of what was behind the gates. There was a port and miles and miles of the calming ocean, reflecting the glare of the crescent moon overhead. We ran in and saw the silhouette of a boy sitting on the docks alone. 

"We found him!" Someone said and everyone gave a resounding cheer, the objective was clear now. We were looking for the boy who went missing, the boy who came to the port of the ocean inside the wall of his heart to alienate himself. I believe that this dream was my psyche's way of telling me that the insecure, little boy is a part of me and he is cowering alone in darkness, waiting for me to save him. But it won't be easy, a part of me that went to save him alone died - the decaying human corpse. I need all my friends and family to help me get over the wall that surrounds my heart - the gated community - and save that little boy that sits and hides behind a wall that never lets anyone in. 

The fog represented confusion, none of us knew what we were doing because in life, we will never know what we're doing or where we're going. We just have to trust that we are where we're meant to be at this point in time and just keep going. Just keep going down all the roads in life and keep walking, just don't stop and hopefully, we'll get where we need to be then too. 

Love always,

Eugene.