In Dreams

Vivid

It seemed odd, how surreal it felt, it was possibly his most vivid dream yet. He stretched his arms out, testing his movement.

"How can this be a dream?" he thought "I, I can't tell." He looked around his to see where he was. He stood alone in a foreign city, it was midnight. The city was quiet him, ominous, it felt off. There was no sign of anyone else, not a single soul in sight. He could hear the occasional distant clutter, loud cat meowing in an alley. The street lights only added to his odd feeling, lit up for none but himself.

He heard footsteps "What was that?"

A girl ran into him suddenly, he felt the impact and they both fell to the ground "What the hell" he rubbed his head "Look were you're going at next time."

He looked up at her face, she had a terrified expression. Her body shaking while she frantically looked around seeing if someone was around, but she emitted no sound, though she looked like she was really yelling.

"What?" he recognized her "How can it be?" He looked more carefully at her.

"Rose?" his eyes dilated in shock, he stood up fast and took a step back in horror "Rose?!"

She didn't seem to see him, she still sat on the ground rubbing her ankle, crying. 

"R..." he couldn't believe it "Can't you see me?"

He then looked behind her, someone moved slowly towards her.

"Who are you?" Michael stepped forwarded and demanded, the man was carrying a crowbar in his left hand.

Rose turned her head and upon seeing the man, she went into a rabid state. She pushed herself off the ground and tried to run. But she had sprained her ankle and could barely outpace his walk. Tears streamed down her face, her ripped blue dress flailing. The man picked up speed raising his crowbar in the air.

"Rose! NO!" Michael ran forward trying to stop him but before he could, he was transported somewhere else entirely. Now he stood at the window in side a luxurious apartment.

"What the.." he looked down at himself, then quickly looked outside the window and saw the man had reached Rose.

"ROSE!" he punched at the glass.

With a quick and deliberate swing, the crowbar fell down on her head. Her shriek was the only sound to pierce the silence.

"ROSE!" Michael picked up a chair and threw it at the window but nothing happened "NO!"

The man then kept hitting her repeatedly. Then he froze in place.

He placed his hands on his head, then realized something.

"Rose died years ago. I wasn't even there." the realization struck him, he stepped back. "What is happening here?" He could swear this was not a mirage. "I must be going crazy." he muttered.

He looked back down the street at the street, Rose laid on the ground in a pool of her blood, her head pummelled in, but the man was no longer there.

Then someone moved behind him. "Who's there?" They moved closer, the apartment was dark and he barely could see inside "I said who's there!" he yelled.

"Michael?" the voice was familiar.

"Jesus, Matt?" Michael sighed out in relief.

"Michael, where the hell are we?!"

"What do you mean?"

"I, this place, are we dreaming?"

Michael rubbed his chin "Are you real?" He Ignored Matt's question.