The beach.

Note: This dream has haunted me for sometime.


It is dark. I look out to the ocean which reflects the midnight skies; speckled with the light of the distant stars against dark velvet. I step onto the beach and feel the cool dampness of the sand between my toes. In the distance I see him waiting for me again. This feels real but I know it's a nightmare. He looks over to me and a sense of loss fills me with dread. I walk towards him and he looks frightened.
"I want to come home," he whispers to me, "Why can't I come home?"
These words escape me: "You're dead."
"Why won't you take me home?" He's shaking.
"I want you to come home." I begin to sob, "We miss you."
"I can never come home. I'm sorry for what I did." He turns his face to the darkness and vanishes.

I gazed down into the glassy abyss. The water was thick with green algae which made the water shine like an emerald diamond. My toes pierced the calm surface but I withdrew quickly as I saw something stir in the deep. A voice whispered, enticing me into the pond that looked as deep as a lake. 

Ghost house

I stood outside of a house with white walls. This was my new home. I walked inside and I was immediately frightened of the darkness that was within. I didn’t have anything with me so I just wondered amongst the old furniture.

Then, I could hear a scratching coming from a closed door. I approached the door (but my mind was screaming for me to leave) and opened it. There was a corridor and I could not see the end of it for the darkness. I became aware that something lurked beyond the threshold so I walked down the corridor into the dark. I could not see anything but I could hear something awful- like a deep, rasping intake of breath. I found a box of matches in my pocket and struck a match. There, in the flickering light was a huge black dog. An omen. It’s deep brown-red eyes stared into me. I reached out to touch the dog but it faded into smoke. The fire from the match went out and I was left in the darkness.

Fawn in the woods.

It is snowing and I'm walking through the woods. It's light all around, and I'm walking bear-foot but I can't feel anything. The leaves are a shock of red and gold, but the Evergreens stay forever green. I come to an opening in the woods, a small field where there are a group of little fawns. I slowly approach the fawns but they are not afraid of me. They surround me and nudge me with their noses. I sit with them, stoking them.

Stigmata.

It is grey and cold. I am standing on a train track, unable to movie. My feet and hands are bleeding.

Then warmth illuminates down on me through a sheer light. Michael is the light's name. The light feels old.

"Everything will be okay." The light told me.

The puppy in the street

I dreamt I was walking down cobbled streets with only glow from street lights leading my way. I wasn't sure where I was going or what I was doing, but then I heard a small whimper. In the distant I could see a small lump shivering under a lamp post. I walked apprehensively towards the thing until I noticed it was a injured puppy. I took off my cardigan and wrapped the animal in it. I began to carry the dog with me, but I could feel it getting heavier and heavier until I wasn't certain I'd be able to carry it anymore.

Baby.

I was wondering through the woods close to where I live. It was a clear spring day, crisp and fresh. I came to the skeleton of the abandoned cottage, and in the green lying in the moss was a baby. The baby was white like snow, and for one awful moment I thought the baby was dead, but it opened it's eyes and smiled at me. I picked up the baby and carried it with me to the beach.
It was empty and quiet at the beach, I sat with the baby for a while until I was aware that my brother was there. He smiled and told me the baby was a gift. I asked him what I should call it.