You're Not Yourself

A dream I can't remember

I woke up with this feeling... sweat going down my back as if I awoke from some sort of nightmare, but the only weird part was that I never usually sweat in my sleep, even if it's a nightmare. I get up feeling weird to trying to remember what I have awoken from all I could remember was seeing a familiar face in the dream a face that I never wanted to leave, I couldn't remember if I have spoken to this familiar face in this dream but I felt as if this person has said something to me, something that seemed important for me to listen to, but, I just can't remember. 

I got up from my bed, hearing my annoying brother telling me to get my laundry from downstairs, I felt hot and has realized that today has gotten really humid, all I wanted to do was fall back to sleep and let this mysterious dream I can't remember to continue, I haven't talked about it to anyone yet besides you, a journal; that one journal that my good friend Anna bought me that one day at the library she took me to. but the word won't seem good to a fresh page in this beautiful journal; that has a white shell outlined on its cover with a blue background that keeps the memories of my past hidden until you open it.

I laid there as my brother began to turn an old timer on my bedroom dresser, I hear its ticking as I try to find a cold spot on my bed to rest on but, the humidity got to me, making me get up from the bed and turn the timer off with its ringing.

this familiar face in my dream won't go away as I take my dirty load of laundry downstairs. before I went down to the basement, I decided to get a breath of fresh air outside and stand there to let my thoughts of this dream I can't remember wonder in my head. 

I look over to my neighbor's house; seeing that the sprinkler was on made me think about the time of when I was young and I use to play in that exact same sprinkler with my old friend whose name I cannot say, let's call her Claire even though that isn't her name at all. We laughed and danced around in the sprinkler and whenever the sprinkler wasn't around we would lie there and tan, talking about the things that were going on at the time.

I get those little moments of the past that pop into my head; like when I walk over to the side of my house where the hose has been, I can remember hanging out with another person who I cannot name, making water balloons and playing that game where you toss the water balloon to each other and everytime you toss it you have to go back a step so it makes it harder for you to catch it and ends up popping on you the most; Ballon Toss I think is what its called, I think on the exact same day it there was a sun shower and I was so happy to play in the small puttles that were created then laughing with you as Icontinue to rain, when that was over there would be a rainbow that has appeared through the tree's.

I go downstairs to the basement carrying up the clean clothes that have been washed and folded by my brother who makes me angry at the time but, he's one of those people who nudge me in the right direction in life and I'm grateful for that.

now, where do I go next after putting the folded clothes away in my closet?

My most precious prized possession... my dell chrome laptop that brought me to this website called wattpad, the place where I began to want to write about my life.

I wonder if I fall back to sleep now, the dream that I have not yet discovered will still be there in my train of thoughts finding out about that familiar person in my dream and what they said to me, I know that person but, I have spoken about this person many times in my past so now i'd rather keep this person a secret a secret that some people may know and some may not know.

Now, there are grey clouds above the sky as I look out my window wondering if it's still raining on this humid day, once there is rain after comes a rainbow.

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-Serg