Usually, I never remember a dream. Never. But every now and than, the same dream pops up. It's the only one I've ever been able to recall. So here goes.
The dream begins when I wake up. I'm lying on my back, on the bed in my own room. I don't know what the time is, but my sense tells me it's somewhere in the early afternoon. Light is breaking through the curtain in front of my window. I hop out of bed, and notice that I'm already dressed. I walk over to my window, and remove the curtain (I have a roofwindow). I look outside, and notice it's my favourite kind of day. Too warm to talk. Absolute silence. Everything seems distant and far away. Yet the heat doesn't cause you to sweat or feel exhausted.
I smile, turn around, and leave my room. I walk down the stairs, and look for someone with whom I have no need to comunicate. I enjoy it when there's no need to communicate. But for some reason, I cannot find anyone in the house. I search each and every room, but there's no one there. Unable to attain the will to break the silence, I run outside, in search of...I don't know what.
The street is empty. There are no cars. No people. No animals. Nothing. Not even the slightest breeze to whipe away the fears and doubts this sunny afternoon has cast upon me. The light in the sky occasionally breaks through the clouds. I start running. Street after street, block after block, mile after mile. Searching. Yet I find nothing. Everyone is gone. Empty houses, empy streets. The feeling of utter despair and loneliness takes hold of me. I scream. At least, I think I scream. Then I start falling. I fall and fall, drifting between reality and something much worse. I float between clouds and skies, nighmares and horrid imaginations of the mind. I drift away for an eternity. But than, just as I'm about to lose all hope, I land. Or I wake up. Either way, I am lying on my belly amidst a field of grass.
Imagine the most beautiful place you've ever seen. That's where I land. The sky is azure blue with red and pink tints colouring the sky. Clouds bring dim shadows as pleasent refreshments for the morning light, and birds bring new hope with their songs of dreams and poetry. The grass is soft and deepgreen. There is a wide variety of colours and odours brought by what seems like a million flowers. And along with those flowers, there are butterflies and bumblebees to accompany them.
I turn around me, full of anticipation, and spot a beautiful, ivory white tree, about fifty yards ahead of me. I immediately feel the urge to touch it, to cherish it. It is my heart's deepest desire. It is everything I've ever hoped for, everything I ever wanted to be.
Filled with joy, I run up to it. But with every step I take, everything around me starts to wither and decay. The sky turns grey and the clouds turn pitch black. The closer I get, the dimmer the light becomes. The paler the colours are. The butterflies die. The flowers perish. The grass rots underneath my feet. I walk slower and slower, untill I finally reach the tree. It started to die the very moment I set off to find it, and now it crumbles right in front of me. It starts to rain ashes. A storm sets. Once again, I'm all alone. Left with nothing but the soothing cloak of darkness and despair.
That's where I wake up.
I'd very much like to know what other people think about this dream.