I Was Here

Dream (II)

Dream

I wake up from a dream inside another dream, I float in one corner of the bedroom while watching myself sleep with Mallory beside me. I stare at the warm yellow light which comes from the moon lamp on top of the study table near the bed.

Moments later I find myself walking alone in a dark empty street.  I walk on the narrow and long path ahead of me. The night is very dark, there is no post light or anything. I didn’t even see the moon. But then I notice there are plenty of stars in the sky and they are shining brightly.

Suddenly I see a shooting star, there is one and there is another. One shooting star after another. It is like hundreds of falling stars. It is a magical sight. And then it begins to rain with stardust. They are like tiny diamonds slowly dropping from the sky and floating into the air within my reach. I held stardust on my hands but I couldn't feel them. They are beautiful, that's all I know.

I continue to walk with beautiful stardust surrounding me. And in one blink of the eye they are gone, no more stardust.

I see myself standing alone outside our house. I look up and the sky is still full of stars. Until I find myself lying on the bed looking at the stars outside the open window. All I know is that the night is dark, and yes it is dark outside. Houses are quiet with all the lights turned off. Everybody is sleeping including me.  

In the silence of the night with my eyes closed, all I know is that maybe I am asleep. And suddenly I am awake somewhere.

I am in the town with all these other people, perhaps strangers. I stand on a crowded street and right there, not too far away from me, I see a mirror. And inside the mirror I see myself wearing a tiny yellow dress. I come a little closer to the mirror. And the closer I get the more I see myself.

And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly.  But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn’t get close.

And then from a distance from where I stand, I see a bigger picture. I realize it is not a mirror that I am looking at, rather it is a big window made of glass. Inside the window a man stands alone. He is looking at me too. The more I look from a distance the clearer I see, he is not inside a house, but rather it looks like an old coffee shop. I opened my eyes and the dream ended. Eric, I know it is him.

I pull my sketch book on the table and look at my drawing of the old school looking coffee shop where I first traveled back in time. I looked at my phone to see the time, 02:44 AM, and then I thought, maybe I should go back into the coffee shop, not in the pedestrian line. What if it all started in that coffee shop?