The One He's Not

Bipolar Blow-ups & Misinterpretations

Bipolar Blow-ups & Misinterpretations

KAT

I knew for a fact that I was dreaming and I knew this for a two reasons.

One, I was sitting on the front porch of a house I have never seen in my entire life and it was nothing like the palace or the wooden cabin that I was confined to in the Lowlands. It was an old fashioned looking home with white rotting pillars, a beige front door with one of those old knockers and a pale grey front porch with a matching porch swing. It was nice and very soothing looking. It was the perfect home I would like to live in some day.

One can dream right? Get it? Oh never mind...

When I woke up here (or more like 'just showed up here' because I was actually still sleeping) I explored the outside of my dream house. The back yard was beautiful mainly because there wasn't another building in sight. I've never seen fields of grass so big because when you are practically on house arrest, you don't see much of anything other than buildings and people you don't like.

I tried getting into the front door, the back door and even the side window of the house to see what was inside, but unfortunately, everything was shut tight. The only thing that led to possible civilization was one-lane dirt roads that travel into the distance in front of the house. I considered following it, but then fought against it, since I wanted to explore the nearby area a bit more.

The last reason why I knew I was dreaming was because my ankle was as good as new. I even did a couple laps around the area to see if I was actually dreaming and even though I looked pretty stupid, I was still happy that I could walk around without being in pain. Of course, this was a dream, so my hopes wouldn't last for long...

Something or Somebody had to come in and ruin it.

Across the dirt road was none other than Asshole Noel. A single oak tree stood tall beside him as he leaned up against it, staring at me. The longer he stared, the more uncomfortable I got and it was as if he didn't even notice that I was looking at him.

"What the hell do you want?" I grumbled, loud enough for him to hear. Every time I asked him this question in my dreams, I would always end up with the same reply: silence. It was eerie, and when he didn't even blink his cold blue eyes, all I could do was shiver, even though the temperature outside was quite warm.

We stared at each other for a solid minute before I gave in. I stormed up from my seat and stalked towards him, prepared to give him a piece of my mind.

"You and I finally saw each other in person, why do you have to come in here and hijack my dreams?" I demanded, feeling even angrier at him with every step I took.

I had unknowingly made my way out into the middle of the street and was too angry to pay attention to my surroundings. I was so unobservant that I did even notice the speeding car racing towards me.

"Wake up, Kat!" The driver yelled at me and honked his horn while screeching to a stop just in time.

I slowly lowered my arms from covering my head and examined the car. The windshield was tinted, so I couldn't make out the driver and the car was so beat up and broken that it didn't even have any side mirrors.

I taped the hood of the car to get the unknown drivers attention, but didn't receive an answer. To check if the driver was alright, I tiptoed to the side of the car to take a peak in the side window. I was very surprised when I didn't see a single person in the car and the inside of it was coated in cobwebs as if nobody had used the thing in years.

Unfazed by my new discovery, I turned to walk away. This was a dream after all, there could possibly be cars without drivers, couldn't there?