Chapter 17 Dreams are Just Dreams
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Dreams are just dreams
I was walking down a path I didn’t recognize, but it was the only path I could take. Because I just could see a river and a wall-like of a mountain. It would be either to swim, hike, or walk. And because I wasn’t the sport type I decided to walk. I don’t know how long I was walking, I just stopped a few times to rest and drink water. But I think it was more than an hour so, I knew due to the position of the sun and the shadows the mountain. (I read in a magazine that you can know the time by looking at the position of a shadow and the sun.) But still, I couldn’t see anything yet. As a result, I continued walking, and then I could saw a building of some sort beyond the path. I kept walking and walking until I arrived at the place. It was school?! I can’t understand anything but continue to get closer.
Moments later I heard the laughs of hyenas, and it made me feel chills down my spine. I kept walking reaching a small gate, and I entered with caution. I tried to make the least noise, I walked towards the first room, and there were three girls inside laughing like they had done something very good. They felt satisfied but with an evil face. Looking at their faces I remembered that they were the girls that attack me previously. I couldn’t believe I was this close and alone with them. I couldn’t move I froze. Then they continue talking and they mention JB, and one of them said what things she wanted to do with him and then they talked about what would they do to the rest of the female students that wanted to get close to him. I got very scared because they told me something similar.
Then one of them mentioned a little fat girl and the satisfaction that she felt after making her cry. (To that remark I trembled out of fear because it was me.) And if they see her again talking with JB they would do many bad things to her to ruin her for good. I had no idea what I did wrong because he’s someone that I don’t know of and as to make them hate me so much. They continued laughing so hard that the hyenas’ laugh came from them. When I could move my feet I tried so hard to run back the same path I come from trying to not make a sound. I ran and ran and ran until I’m out of breath and saw black spots.
I fell from my bed with a thud. I opened my eyes and found myself in my room. I sighed in relief because it was just a dream, a bad dream. I brush my hair with my left hand and dried my sweaty face. I stood up went to the bathroom and washed my face, and pulled myself together, then went back to my room. Before going to sleep again, I took my diary out of my hiding place and wrote down what I dreamed.
I only write in my diary when I’m about to lose control of my emotions. This would be my second time in a row. Its’ has been six, seven months since I last wrote in it. I can’t let anyone know about it. Because it helps me put things in retrospect, and to make a follow-up on my emotions and whatnot. When I was about to close the diary it opened in one of the many poems that I had written. (Even though I am not a poet. Because poetry comes as an expression of feelings in a matter of wordplay.) It read as
“Dreams are just dreams but it can take you to places that are schemes.
Dreams are just dreams that just takes you to your most intimate reams.
Dreams are just dreams that may help you or make you cry streams. Dreams are just dreams” { These lines were written by me just few minutes ago, I hope you like it.}
The poem made me remember of my decision of taking it slow and to talk with someone if needed. I knew that by now I am getting near to seeking help. Let's wait and see.
I closed my diary and hid it, then went to bed in a calmed state and fell asleep.
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