Imprinted

Chapter 7

Holy hell. Okay, here's the deal. I had a second dream just now. It fit all the pieces to the puzzle from the first dream together. You know, all the parts that left me hanging, or rather, us hanging, off a high and steep cliff together for our o'so meaningful lives.

I'll just tell you the way I saw it. At the end, if you are dead-brained and can't put the pieces together for yourself like I did then, I guess I'll explain for you.

Starting, in the nightmare, I was with the same group of guys as the one in my other dream. The same group that was near the alley with me. I was at one of the guys' house, a friend's house in his room. We had a stash of drinks in a mini fridge, in the corner of the room. I suspect that we were saving them for us to get hammered with. I guess this was the perfect opportunity, due to the fact I looked dreadfully unpleasing. At the moment, in my dream, I didn't know why I was so down. Although, I was just kind of watching like a movie.

They started tossing drinks to one another. Then, next thing you know they were chanting me on to drink more. They were promising me that when I drank I would feel 100 times better and more myself than ever. I guess I had believed them because I downed those drinks as soon as they gave the command.

We went downtown from the friends house and somehow arrived by some shops near the alley way. This is where we were in my last dream. The last thing I told you about the alley from the dream was a shadow and soon a loud scream.

Yeah well, I'm in the alley again. Pretty much I am reliving the things from the last dream again. I just saw the shadow go away. I kept walking forward but then, I see the shadowed figured return. It starts to walk slowly in my direction. As a human out of instinct, of fear, I walk the opposing direction of the man. I could hear his footsteps. They were quickening and getting heavier. Due to the lateness of the night and scenery you can imagine how unsafe this would feel. Of course, I panic and run as fast as I can. Until, I make a fatal move and trip out of pure drunkenness. When I trip, it gives the man just enough time to catch up to me.

I see him rush something out of his pocket, and then, well I'll spare you the details. I'll use only a few words for your sake. It left a bloody mess all over my very expensive shirt. Needless to say, the loud scream I heard before in my earlier dream, was mine. The stain on my shirt was made by a stabbed and twisted knife. I had fallen to the ground, once more. The first time my trip, the second was a step to my death.

When I looked back up the man was gone and it seemed as if he disappeared. It reminded me of a magic trick children would have enjoyed. Minus the whole 'maniac stabs a drunken man' episode he put on for his non existent audience. I guess he thought pulling rabbits out of hats, wasn't good enough for seven year olds anymore.

For the last part of the dream, where I wasn't dying yet, I was yelling, cussing, and arguing with a girl. There was also crying and questioning. When couples fight, usually there is loud commotion and blood boiling words thrown out in the open, for your partner to take in. Soon I got so rage filled that I left the house of which the argument began. This is where the night begun. This is the reason I got drunk. That was the beginning of how I ended.

Click. Here goes the explaining. Audry had mentioned to me at my grave that she shouldn't have let me go a certain night. Now I finally know what night she was talking about and what had happened. She said the night I died we had a fight, I stormed out of the house, got drunk out of my mind and then the rest was "a mystery" and still being investigated.

These things, the two nightmares I had weren't nightmares at all. They were flashbacks of how I died.