Wildest Dreams

Part 2

The thing about me is I dream, and I remember. I have a tangled web of dreams hanging around my head, I have nightmares that haunt me, but I also have this recurring dream that makes me wonder, am I haunted by it, or is it haunted by me? Of course I can never answer that question, it's impossible. I can rattle my brains out trying to answer the question, but who cares? It doesn't matter, all the matters is that this dream I have constantly. I wake up like clockwork at the same time every morning, and I have done for years now. It's like my whole life is revolved around this one dream, this one mindless, uncontrollable dream and thought. It can't be a memory. It just can't.

It all starts with me getting ready for bed. The thoughts come when I am brushing my teeth. I reach for their hand, but they've gone. I am alone, it's cold and I have nowhere to go. I grip the side of my sink, it felt like I was there like I was living the dream. I shake my head and try to resist the thoughs coming back to me. They come back as like I have witnessed them before, like I was living them, they come back in flashbacks. The image of the tall black silhouette echos my thoughts and before I know it, I've stumbled to my bed, switched off the lights and laying in my cold, crisp bed.

Around May time, it tends to be colder in my house for some reason, it can be scorching hot outside, but freezing cold in my house. It's like someone has broken the heater, but I clearly know that no one has. It's just really strange and bizarre. I once got told that when your house goes cold, you either have a spirt or a ghost in your house... Maybe I have a ghost living with me or a sprit, or maybe I'm going crazy?

I wrap myself up and make sure that all my body is in my cocoon. I seal my cocoon and I slowly close my eyes thats become heavy. It feels goods to close them after a long hard day. Its not long until I slowly sink into my pillow and into my wildest dream.

I'm standing on the edge of a muddy and eroded cliff. It's pitch black and I can't see anything or get my bearings. I'm trying to find my feet, but I end up stumbling. They feel numb, actually, all my body does. I can hear voice voices in my mind, Paige go that way, don't look behind, just jump. Inside I am screaming, crying, no one is there to help. I'm panicking because I'm numb all over, I can't feel to run anywhere, I can't jump if I can't feel my feet let alone my own heart. I'm stuck and I can hear people running up to me. I thud to the ground and the ground starts to give way and dissolve. Somehow I'm in a different setting.

I look around me and I'm in a pretty purple chiffon dress with a crowd of happy people, a crowd of people dancing and having a good time. It's scorching hot and the sun is shining directly on my shoulders. "Excuse me miss, can I have this dance please?" I turn around and no one is there. I start looking around to see if anyone is there. No one that I recognise, no one that could've said my name. People are too busy dancing and singing along to this familiar tune. I can't put my finger on the tune or the melody, it's just... familiar to me.

The music picks up and my body starts moving to the beat. It's a happy beat. "Excuse me miss, what is your name?" I quickly turned around and before I know it I'm in a whirlwind of blues and purples. What seems like twenty minutes the whirlwind slows down and comes to a sharp stop. I find stood outside my flower shop putting some beautiful pink tulips on display. I look over at the corner of my eye, and I see this familiar silhouette. I tilt my head and put the tulips down. "Miss, are these for sale?" I look to my left and an older woman is stood there looking at me with hopeful eyes. "Yes they are for sale, £2 for the bunch." The older woman smiles and picks up the flowers and wonders inside. I look back over where the silhouette is and it's moved. "Miss?" I turn around and the silhouette is behind me. I can't see who it is because the sun is shining directly on this person. The sun starts setting and the kaleidoscope of colours fade of people's clothes. "Paige?" The voice sounds like home and it's a deep voice. It must be a man! I recognise it, but who is it?

That same dream haunts me every night but I can never see who the man is. I can never figure it out in time before I open my eyes. The dream floats away and I pull myself out of my cocoon. I get ready for my work at my flower shop. But today felt different. I can't say how, but it does.