The star that fell from the sky

A dream

Slowly, as I recognized the contours of my room, the shadows of my wooden desk, the long mirror on the wall, the half open door to my roof terrace and heard the gentle tick tick of my clock, I calmed down. 

"Just a dream, just a dream--", I whispered and the noise of my heavy breathing filled the static room. 

I knew, the key  and the trigger for all of these nightmares was that one traumatic event: even though it has been a few years, I remember it as if it was just yesterday. 

I was in a cafe in Rectar, the capital of the land of Zodiac and originally the district of Leo.

In Xulopp, the hometown of Aries I never had to worry about the danger of meeting someone incompatible, as only compatible people were allowed to cross the border. When I visited Rectar, I learnt about the most influential word on this planet: Incompatibility. 

This whole preventive system was supposed to guarantee world peace, only the officially fitting astrology signs were allowed to live together and their own sectors, were only to be visited by compatible signs. 

Communication in any way with Incompatibles were strictly forbidden, be it a direct touch or a polite "Have a nice day.". The compatibility of the signs were quickly learnt and every child knew who you had to avoid, when you were not in your own district, which is the only space where you can be completely sure, that you only were surrounded with "fitting" people. 

Conflicts, broken hearts and missing harmony, which threatened the daily light-heartedness, and world peace, were to be prevented and destroyed.  Less fights, everyone understanding, in companies perfect team spirit was promoted, perfect relationships and a long, joint civil life in absolute social harmony. 

On that one day, I was exposed to that particular danger of meeting people, who were not okay with me, at all. And all the people in Rektar, the crowds, took away my breath, which is why I wanted to take a break while having coffee. 

Patiently I waited at the counter, as people around me were chatting, reading the newspaper and eating delicious looking cake. The mood in the capital was very different: solemnly, extravagant, everything looked happy, but still seperated in itself. How irritating and confusing!

Maybe that was also the reason why I carelessly, but friendly greeted and asked for a cappuccino, as soon it was my turn. 

But it was as if I had screamed a swearword into the room.