Dreams
Sunday
“Ahhhhhh!” I screamed out loud and sat up with a start, reaching for the bed covers, grasping to hold onto something that felt real. I started breathing again and wiped the sweat off my forehead as I realized I had just been dreaming. Again.
I looked around my room and half expected to see the same images appear before me. It had seemed so real. And only a second ago had I seen them. They had seemed so real.
It was only 2.36 a.m. I turned over on my side and easily drifted back to sleep, feeling more settled in my parents’ guest room tonight. But the images started to reemerge, the deeper I slipped back into my dream.
The angel and the shadow were there again; clear as day, dancing around each other, prepared for a fight over the lake…just as when I had left the dream.
