4-9-13

The setting is on a place that isn’t on Earth. The time period is around now. The place has white floors and white pillars with people moving among them in white Roman togas. They don’t notice each other because they’re too focused on themselves. Some of them are texting; others are talking on the phone. A few has simply broken down, crying on the floor. While there were others that were asleep, oblivious to it all.

That’s what I saw when I had my dream a few days ago. I couldn’t really understand it, any of it. But, the air smelled a bit like strawberries and I felt warm and safe and that despite the scene that was before me, but maybe I can be… happy? Or maybe the air was drugged and it made me want to believe that, because if so, it was working.

I also remembered looking down at me, a bit surprised to find that I was also wearing what everyone else was wearing, a white roman toga. Funny, I also remembered patting myself down wondering if this was actually real.

It must have been at the time because I felt satisfied that it was. Because, I remembered that I was… relieved for some reason (maybe it was because I was finally away from my mom’s apartment and everyone in it).

And then when I looked up, I saw someone – a guy – looking at me, with an incredulous look on his face. It was as if he couldn’t believe that I was here.

I think I was going to ask who he was, because I certainly have never seen him in my lifetime, but I woke up. And I found myself looking at the ceiling, wondering who he was, and why I couldn’t stay there for a few more minutes to ask.