Okay, got it again. In this dream Jim's not Jim. He's Ben. But not my Ben. This one explains:
„The story I'm writing is called „Riders on the storm". It's about destructive relationships."
He's tapping his thighs to the beat of his song. I laugh. No...
After a while a lightning strike brightens the night sky and I remember that there was an accident. I stumble out of the car and stagger down the street. I'm stoned as hell! It still rains heavily and so I'm completely drought when I reach the cars. I hear thunder, far away. Love this kind of weather! I recognize that one of the cars is the same Shelby Mustang I drive. It looks black in the dark, like mine. The drivers door is open and I nearly stumble over a body on the ground. I look down and freeze.
„Ben!" I shout panicking and kneel beside his dead body.
His eyes are wide open. They are staring at something to his right side, his right arm is stretched out, as if he wanted to touch something before he died. I follow his arm and find another body. The face of this one is horribly deformed. Blood, splinters of glass and loose skin all over it. But still I recognize it's me. My dead body is turned to Ben, my left hand stretched out to him. I close my eyes.
„Please, wake up..." I whisper.
„She took a face from an ancient gallery!" I hear Jim's voice out of the thunderstorm.
And I shout: „He!"
„And she walked on down the hall."
„HEEEEEE!" I cry madly against the rain. „He walked on down the hall! And he came to a door..."
I'm bursting out in tears again. Weeping over the death of my beloved friend. Yes, Ben was my friend. He held me tight the night after my life broke apart, not trying to make me fuck him. He was always there for me, until I started drinking and he begged me to stop. I was the one who destroyed everything. I, alone.
„I want to fuck you!" Jim's voice is shouting.
I'm crying. But then something suddenly appears to me.
„This is "The End"! Not "Riders on the storm"!" I murmur.
I look up. The sky is bright again, the sun is shining and clear blue eyes are glowing down at me. I even smell his perfume.
„Yep, it's the end, all the time," Ben answers.
I blink against the sunlight and reply: „But the thunderstorm was from „Riders!"
He furrows his brows.
„Thunderstorm? There was no thunderstorm," he murmurs. „Come on, let's go, Lynn's waiting."
I tilt my head to one side.
„What?"
„Your Bestie is celebrating her birthday, don't you remember? Get in, Sweets," he smiles.
I climb into the hot Mustang. The Blue Lady purrs while my beautiful friend is driving her. I stare at his profile. No, I don't want to wake up now. I don't want to wake up ever again!
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