I had an interesting dream. It was like the last dream I wrote about, though slightly different. I walk around my house. The doorbell rings and I go get it. It's Julia. This time I stutter but manage a hello. She checks her watch. Pure silver. She apologizes and hands me a note. She then leaves. It's deja vu. But then it keeps going. Last time the dream ended here. This time it keeps going. Instead of putting the note away, I check it. It has an address. 243 Chester Street. Maybe it was Julia's house. But how would I know that? I feel like I know that address though. It has some weird familiarity to it. I stop thinking about Julia and think more on the address. It's on the tip of my tongue, I just can't think of it. I give up and put it in my pocket. Then, I think the dream ends, but it doesn't. There is something I'm missing. I sit down on the couch and think. Not think in general, but about Julia. This addiction that rules my mind. I want to get rid of it, but I can't. It's like it's attached, it can't be removed without killing the host. I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be attracted to Julia. There is nothing else though. The only way I can think of fixing this is by getting a different addiction. By being attracted to another. But who? None of Julia's friends, they are out of the question. It would just make me think of Julia. I would be too close to her. This is the first time I have ever thought bad things about Julia now that I think about it. I don't know if this is good or bad. As I'm contemplating loving Julia or moving on, white spreads around me. Like I'm in a white painted room.
Then I open my eyes back up. I'm laying down on a cot, with a blanket covered over my body. I can barely move. How long have I been here? No matter, I need to get up to find out where I am. I blink a few times to see better when I notice a girl. Not just a girl, but a teenage girl. Not too far from my age though, maybe 17? I think that's it. I finally manage to get my legs off the cot when a sharp pain pierces my leg. The wound. It hurt less though, maybe they treated it or maybe it has healed from time. She jumps then dashes over to help me.
"Oh no, sir. You must lay down till my father comes back. He is a doctor. He will help you!"
She smiles sweetly and my heart kind of melts. She seems to have the same thing happen to her. I think I found my new addiction. Before I think too much about it, I manage to utter a few words from my dried mouth.
"Oh, I'm fine. Also, can I get some water?"
"I'm so sorry! Yes, here!"
She hands me a metal cup of water and I take a quick sip. I immediately cough it out. She jumps again and moves towards me before I lift my arm to show her I'm fine. It feels like forever since I had my last sip of water. I've never felt so weak either. Having a frail girl helping me to drink water. Embarrassing, but it's her, so I'm fine with it. She backs up a bit before we sit there smiling sweetly at each other for what feels like an eternity. I sit up and get ready to stand before the door cracks open as a man emerges from the light outside the room.
"Oh, hello there. I didn't realize you were awake yet."
He turns to the girl who waves embarrassingly.
"Either way, welcome to our guest room. Not much, but better than the floor."
He laughs quietly at his own joke before he continues.
"Anyways, I'm Walter and this troublemaker you met when you woke up is Emily."
So her name is Emily. It has some beauty to it.
I sit for a second before I lift myself up clumsily and shake his hand. He has a very hard grip but softens up eventually. I don't want him to think of me as weak, especially if I'm going to try to get with Emily.
"Thank you so much for letting me into your beautiful home. I just saw the light and ran over here before I fainted from my injury."
"Yeah, let's talk about that later."
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Lost Mind
Mystery / ThrillerJake is a college student who is going through a rough patch in his life with no one to help him through it. At his college, he spots a girl who he becomes obsessed with but realizes that he could never be with her. One day, as he is sitting in cla...