Let me first state that I've never been able to remember my dreams, however I do believe my writing is somehow influenced by the thoughts that run through my mind as I close my eyes. Although I do also admit that there was a case where I did remember. The problem with this instance is that the images of this daze have burned through my mind over all this time. A dream, a gift from God has plagued me throughout my natural life.
My mind has finally ceased its endless war with thought and the black that was created by the shades of my irides has turned into a colorful image. Colorful because this is only the start of the dream and I can already feel the intensity. The black shade remodeled with dull colors to create an image of an old bone yard. The grass around me was a lifeless brown and the sky above me was a unwell gray. Before me stood a rusted metal gate with a sign that read Come in. You'd think someone would be unappealed by the words, but somehow the phrase made me push the gates open. As the gates opened more images began to appear. A crowd of black surrounded a freshly made gravestone. What really confused me was that I didn't recognize a single face until I spotted her. Even with the tears running down her porcelain face, she still looked beautiful. Just the thought of her crying broke my heart, but seeing it impaled my very soul. I began to grow curious as to who she was crying for, who had died. I felt as if I knew the truth already, but prayed that I'd be wrong just for once. This may have been a dream, but my heart thought it a reality.
My fears did not allow me to stare at the coffin before me. Instead my eyes dropped their gaze on her. I stared at the porcelain face intently, and examined every single drop her eyes shed. My curiosity was now in full control, and I couldn't help but look inside Death's box. A shock hit me, and for a split second my mind had eased. I say split second, because then I looked to the stone beside the grave. The stone predicted my fear. The stone read, "Here lays Gabriel Reed, son and friend".
Searching to my left I could no longer find Andrea, nor could I find the black that followed her. I was now alone in my dream, or so I thought. "Time's up." The words that sent a jolt of fear through my spine came from a voice behind me. My reflexes made my body turn a complete 180 to see the speaker. I thought my biggest fear was seeing my funeral, who knew my real fear would be facing the Grim Reaper himself.
You'd think his hood and cloak were the blackest saturation's you'd ever seen, but his face was like the entity of darkness itself. Before I could question his motivates he pushed me into the empty grave. I didn't even have enough time to attempt an escape for dirt began to rain and engulf me. *buzz* The sound of the vibration sent a jolt through my body that forced me to sit up immediately. I escaped my nightmare, and the sweat is my battle-scar.
Picking up the phone I saw that it was Jennifer calling. I immediately answered and heard her crying. My reaction was to ask what was wrong. She continued to cry, but tried her best to ask her questions through the tears. "Gabriel, where are you?! I don't know what to do anymore! Can you come by?" My mind ran from the phone call as I looked around, and realized that I was not in my room. Beside me laid a beauty with curls in her hair. I couldn't help but mutter that I'd never drink again, but once again I heard Jennifer's cries. I agreed to meet her at her house since her parents were away for the weekend, and ended the phone call. That line may sound as if I was implying something else, but honest to god I was worried about her.
Standing up I could feel the effects of the alcohol concealed within my blood. Racing through the streets to save a damsel may sound, rigorous, but the only thing that seemed difficult at the time was not waking the woman that had slept beside me tonight. Opening her door only made matters worse, because in the hallway rested last nights party guests. I shit you not, escaping that house would've even made the great Bond proud.
Among all the chariots outside stood my noble steed. The once rusted 1985 Poniac Firedbird that I had worked on throughout the summer was now a crimson red. Opening the driver door made a loud creak that only reminded me of how much I loved this car. Jumping into the driver's seat always made me feel right at home. I plugged the key into her ignition, but did not turn her over. Instead I stared forward out the window and pondered. Over the summer I would constantly do this when I wasn't getting shitfaced. After a few minutes a decision I had spent the whole summer pondering was now made and I then turned over her engine. It roared like the king of the jungle as I drove down the street.
The upside to my next mission was that Jennifer's was only a few blocks away from the party. In minutes I arrived at her house and found her out on the porch. I got out of the car with the engine still running just in case this turned sour and shut the metal door making a very loud sound. Jennifer was still crying as she ran into my arms. The girl was beautiful, even with the tears. Her greatest distinction were her copper eyes, they drove me insane every time they met my gaze. She had dark brown curly hair that matched her light skin.
I held her and only wondered what had made her so upset that she had no other choice but to call me. Eventually after confronting her I asked what had occurred. She explained that her boyfriend Marcos had cheated on her and didn't know who else to call. I tried to be supportive by stating that I understood her pain, but my support was only greeted by her anger. She pushed away my embrace and began to channel her hate upon myself. She stated that I had no idea what she was feeling, and that it was a mistake to call me. I must admit I've always had a way with words, because it only took a sentence to stop her in her tracks. "You are correct, I have no idea how you feel for the only way I could possibly understand is if I stood within your flame."
I realized she was not prepared to fight my words. "I may not be able to understand your pain, but I did hear a sad story once." She now looked at me as if I had gone full blown retarded. "The story I once heard was about how the Moon stole the Suns heart." Her expression now understanding, asked how the Moon broke my heart. With my wit and pride I asked her why she would assume I was the sun. She stated some comment about how I brighten peoples days that made me laugh. My smile was now see through in her eyes, because now she understood why I am the man I am today. Assured, she stated that maybe I did understand her feeling, but I wasn't done. "I do understand your pain, but I'm afraid you don't understand mine." She seemed confused, but also intrigued so I continued. "She was like my favorite drug. I was so addicted that one look at her made sobriety impossible." I paused to take a deep breath. "You may think you love a drug, but don't believe a drug loves you."
Jennifer pulled my hand towards the porch's swing and sat me down beside her. She began to ask me questions about the Moon, but I chose to only answer my favorite ones. "Where did she go?" I stated that she went to Colombia, and made a comment on how the women from, there are all evil which only made Jennifer smile for she herself was a native. She asked if the Moon would ever return. The question forced me to think about my next few words, but it only took me a minute to gather my response. "No, but either way I'll be long gone." Jennifer's expression was now mixed with curiosity and fear. She asked me what I meant by long gone so I gave her my choice. "After this talk I'm going to get into my ride and leave this godforsaken city." Her immediate response was to kiss me and beg me to stay. I really wish I could have stayed behind with her, but I knew even this city wasn't big enough for my ambition.
I pulled her in and assured her that I'd always be there for her. We rose from the bench and she walked me to my chariot. I could see in her eyes the sadness so I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her lips. "When I come back for you Monga don't let me hear that your eyes were like a river." The happiness had now returned to Jennifer's eyes, assuring me that she'd be fine. I jumped back into my home, and stared at Jennifer's face as I backed out of her driveway. Neither of us would have ever predicted the amount of time that passed before we would see each other again.
I drove onto the turnpike and waved Miami goodbye.
