A Dream of My Lost Love

This is a short story, based on a dream I had. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think and if you have any idea what this dream means.

     They say that if we ever get lost, look for the lanterns. I was walking along side her, watching her beautiful face; the face that I fell in Love with three years ago. Out of nowhere there was a loud cracking sound. We froze; fear flashed across her face but was gone before I could really notice it. I looked down at our feet and the icy ground in front of us.

     They say it would be safe, that the ice was thick enough to hold us and a truck. But if that was true, then why would we have fallen through the ice? Pushed away by the current of rushing water beneath the ice. The only thing that kept us together was our hands, linked in an unbreakable union. I wouldn’t let go of her. Not now. The current pushed us into a large cavity in the ice. For a moment we were able to get above the water, get some air, but then were pushed under again; following the huge crack in the ice.

     They say they would find us if we didn’t make it to the end. They have the top-of-the-line equipment for this kind of thing. When we got to the large air pocket the current finally let off. There was no way out of here. The only way by water was the way we came. But the current would not let us do that. I already knew that. The only other way was up; about three feet of air above us, contained by ice. I don’t know how thick the ice is, but it doesn’t matter. We were unable to bring any tools with us. Especially given the fact that we didn’t know what tools to bring.

     They say that the cold would kill you before the water could drown you. I could feel her shivering next to me. I was not cold, naturally, because I have a higher resistance to changes in temperature. But I could tell she was getting cold, loosing energy. She kept sinking deeper and deeper into the water. The only thing that kept her afloat was her big, fluffy, white winter jacket. She told me she couldn’t hold on any longer. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. I could not lose her. Not now. I watched her fade away. I watched the light leave her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. I started screaming at her, telling her to stay with me. They are coming soon. They had to.

     They say that death turns a man sour. When I watched her die, all I could do was think about joining her. I pushed myself under the water, trying to find a current to push me under the ice so I couldn’t come back up for air. I knew I was crying, but I couldn’t tell what was tears or what was water. They were all turning to ice almost immediately. I came back up, unable to find any currents. I wanted to die. That’s all that was going through my head. Hoping the rescuers wouldn’t come so I could die and be with my Love again. But when my eyes cleared up again I saw something I didn’t notice before. I saw one of the electric lanterns they told us about. A new hope rose in me. I gave up on trying to kill myself and focused on trying to stay warm until the rescuers came. In no time I was in a hot room, sipping hot cocoa. With about a dozen towels on me, retelling the story of my lost Love.