Skie's Book of Dreams

The Fountain

(August 2016)

           I found myself standing on a wide stone brick pathway, tall grey apartment buildings surrounded it and myself. The sky was clear blue with few clouds, the Sun shone brightly as it was unobscured. It was afternoon, 4 maybe. Thin trees with little green leaves lined the pathway to either side of me, birds chirped audibly. What is this place.

I walked down the pathway, east, until I heard faint whistling. I quickened my pace, another living soul? Apart from the birds that is, who had ceased their chatter. Odd. As I walked I came upon a fountain, circular ringed with a pillar-like statue in the middle. Clear blue water. Fascinating. But there was someone sitting on the edge. Whistler. 

But they seemed so familiar yet, I had never seen them before. I knew them but didn't. How very odd. 

Then it came to me.

I know this song.

Oh Ms Believer.

Oh my god.

Suddenly I was in the forest, close to the edge of a campsite. The river could be heard, though it was fairly far away. I looked up through the trees. 

At the stars. 

And I was now sure who that had been.

By the fountain. 

By my heart. 

Note: I can only remember this because of the realizations I had recalling it the day after. Those of which I wish not to speak of, those who know will know because I choose to let them. Here lies the end of the first dream. Thank you and good night/day.