Read Between The Lines

Dreams and Police

I'm running, running faster than the wind. I'm running quicker than the dog behind me as well. 

His speed picks up, as he starts to bark in my direction. I try screaming. My mouth opens but no 

noise comes out.  I run and I run, until I see a cliff. I stop in my tracks, trying to slow myself down, 

but sadly it was too late. 

I jolt from the couch I'm sleeping on and try to control my heavy breathing. It was just a dream, just a bad dream. Wow it felt so real, it felt as if there was a dog behind me and that I actually fell off a cliff. 

I reach down for my water bottle, until a piercing scream coming from the top floor of this castle making my heart thump and palms sweat. 

It's Harry. Harry is screaming. Is he in danger? No, he couldn't be. I know that scream, it's the piercing scream of his reoccurring nightmares that he tries to push away from me. 

It's kind of sad that Harry thinks I'm that stupid. My dad used to have reoccurring nightmares, so I know how to deal with others who have them as well. 

I always wonder what goes through Harry's head and I especially want to know what he dreams about or what this nightmare is about. 

I haven't heard him scream like this for a while, but I'm a deep sleeper so maybe that's why. I probably wouldn't have heard him. But I did, since I woke up from a nightmare of my own. 

I always wondered how dreams work. It's your mind that creates them, but how? How does a humans mind create such terrible and scary dreams? 

Some say that dreams are what you think about. I don't believe that though, I don't think about dogs, or cliffs, or me falling off cliffs. 

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, scratching my palm after. I check the clock on the wall, and it reads 5:56am. 

I should probably get up and start my day, but wow do I feel comfortable right now. 

I lay on the couch for a couple more minutes, until I get up to take a shower. 

I do my business, brush my teeth and hop in. Harry needs to buy different shampoo and body wash, dove is getting a little bit boring. 

I finished up my shower and got dressed. I decided on wearing grey leggings with a black long-sleeved shirt. 

I fold the blankets and put them on the side of the couch, the pillows following afterwards. 

I take a seat on the couch and begin scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a good movie or show. 

I stop on Twilight because who doesn't like romance? 

I make myself comfortable on the couch and await for Harry to feed me breakfast. 

HARRY'S POV

When will these nightmares stop? 

I haven't had a good night sleep in years. When I brought women home, I had the nightmares as well but they ended up taking off. 

It just makes me feel like I'll never have anyone to sleep with.

When Gemma was here, we slept together because we were afraid of losing each other, since at the time all we had was one another. She knew about the nightmares and it made it comforting that she never ran away to her room. All she did was tell me she loves me and hand me a glass of water.

God, I miss her. 

I get up from my bed and make my way to the shower. I hop in and starts digging my fingers into my scalp with shampoo, trying to rinse away the bad dreams.