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SECOND ENCOUNTER: The dream where I met Princess Dagger

ANDREE:

After another normal day, I decided to take a relaxing bath and have my favorite chilled milk tea. I looked up and just stared at the lighted button on the elevator wall, suggesting that the elevator would stop anytime. The parking lot on the second level is the next stop. As I got in the car, the softness of the car seat made me lay back and close my eyes as I savor the moment which reminded me that I was tired, and a little comfort is all I need.

The engine started, and I decided to cancel my milk tea night and turn on the autopilot mode and set the destination straight home.

"Shower off," I said, then the water stopped,

I slipped myself into my smooth robe, then went to bed and placed myself under my comfortable and warm blanket. I fell asleep instantly. Then dreaming took place. I dreamed of a place that seemed like a plaza or a palace garden. The place was wonderful and all green with the Palace of Versailles in France kind of vibe. Not far from where I was, I saw a woman. Without me knowing, I was walking in her direction. I was able to get to the perfect distance where I was able to see her. I noticed that it seemed like she was crying in despair. I could not see her face since she was facing at a different angle, but I could hear her voice. She was certainly crying.

I don't have any intention of trying to find something which is none of my business, but I can't help it. At that moment, I was trying to think of any possibilities that might have caused her to grieve that much. It was already dark, so I tried to reach out for my phone in my pocket. I took my phone to check the time, and when I looked down, I saw my shoes. I was wearing my favorite high school tennis shoes. I opened the camera on my phone immediately, and what I saw only proved my suspicion. I was in my high school male version, in physical appearance.

If asked, where was I? I had no idea either. Most importantly, I was puzzled as to why I looked exactly the same as my male version in high school, that male version of me was an appearance I had created like how I imagined myself as a guy.

I might be thinking too much about the vivid dream that I had in the garden when I attended the class reunion just recently, which has something to do with this dream. It may have caused another continuation? I had a lot of questions that needed to be addressed.

The main thing I wanted to know was why I was having those encounters.

“I hope this is just another ordinary dream, I guess?” I told myself, trying to convince myself that there was no need to complicate things,

After I had secured my phone in my pocket, I checked out the weeping lady whom I saw at the intro of the dream. I could tell she was still crying.

“I think I have been talking to myself for too long already, and yet she is still crying.” I just told myself,

I do not want to get involved, but I was starting to get curious. What I did was, I looked in her direction again and, to my surprise, she was gone, just gone! Despite the surroundings looking good and neat, with all the green grass illuminated by the moonlight, a perfectly done topiary garden, it was a little bit scary though. I could not shake off the thought of werewolves or vampires just lurking around, or I might run into something like the hound of Baskerville.

I took a turn right after I passed by the fountain, as tall as 5 feet, with cherubim heads on its four corners. Thinking too much about nonsense things that could just scare me, it was too late for me to realize that I was already walking along the pathway and seeing no one around, just me and the moon that was shining over me. Fortunately, with the moon alone, I felt somehow safe.

I was startled when I saw someone walking on the same pathway. It was the same woman. She was just 5 meters away from me, and was facing towards me. I was creeped out, I was frozen.

“Fuschia! This is getting creepier.” I just mumbled.

Well, you can not blame me if I got scared. Just imagine seeing a woman out of nowhere just like any ghost does in every horror film. What if it was indeed some kind of lost soul, a ghost or something that wanted to drag my soul down to hell?

After seeing the lady, in an instant, everything went totally black for a minute, then I again had images and scenes surrounding me just like what happened before. All I was able to do was to grab the nearest tree from me and hug it as tight as I could to keep me standing and prevent me from falling on the ground while having these visions. After a couple of minutes or three, it stopped. That made me remember the lady from the resort garden.

The scenes and the events which I saw, aside from being strange, some of those were during my days in high school and there were those other visions that I was certain were not part of my past.

It just happened. I recall the first encounter. What struck me the most was that back then, during my junior year in high school, I was doing a novel for a project, then that project got canceled due to some circumstances. However, I have continued writing the novel since I got drawn to it.

The funny thing was that the emotions that I felt while writing the novel were the same emotions that I had when I saw the resort garden and when I saw the woman in this dream.

I stood up and managed to regain my equilibrium without the help of the tree so that I could do what I must for me to be able to take control over the dream, or shall we call it an encounter. While hiding behind the tree, I tried to have a stealthy look at the lady and was trying to focus on her face, so I could recognize her. Her image was not clear enough; nothing was clear. Despite not getting a clear visual of her, I was still too hesitant to come near, but I had this gut feel that was telling me that she might be related to the lady in the resort garden.

I tried to move closer without being noticed, just enough for me to see her face. I saw that the lady was not crying anymore. I could not hear any sobbing or any sort, although she still had this sad face, It seemed like she was trying to smile.

“Oh! That smile! I somehow recognize it.” I uttered in excitement, as if I had solved a puzzle.

Because of her smile, the animal instinct in me that was telling me that I was in danger of meeting a ghost had vanished, which made me decide to crawl out from behind the tree where I was hiding, so I could approach her.

I started walking along the pathway and made an attempt to communicate with her. I raised my right hand, enough to let her know that someone was in front of her and that I acknowledged her presence. While walking confidently, I was also telling myself that that dream was mine, which I could control.

I was not certain as to what happened. I found her standing still. I walked towards the lady, reducing the distance between us. While I was moving near, I was getting a much clearer sight of her. I was expecting that she would be able to see me instantly, but then I realized she was not looking at me. She may be facing towards me, but I noticed that she was looking at the dagger lying on the ground in front of her.

“What happened? If you do not mind, I can pick it up for you.” Out of curiosity, I asked her.

For 5 seconds, I waited for a response. I received nothing. I felt so awkward, so I tried to start another conversation, thinking maybe if we could have an exchange of words or thoughts, I could use my ability with her, because from the start, I was already trying to read her, but I was not able to for some unknown reason. I do not know. It has never happened before.

I was really getting frustrated that I was not able to get anything from her. I could not read her actions and her thoughts, so, I tried to ask her again, but I was not ready for what happened next.