Dream :
The house was white. At least the little living room that I remember. White furniture, white bed, white curtain, but a brilliant blue window. Puget Sound was outside the window. I dont know if Id ever admit it to myself, but I want a house on the water. River, ocean, lake, it wouldnt matter.
I was laying on the white couch. I cant remember what I was wearing. But I can remember that Brieanna was next to me. We were close, though not holding each other. The dream stimulated the contentment that only follows Brieanna. She was there, I was there, and we were together.
I dont remember what we talked about. But it seemed that our lips were moving. It appeared like we were talking about nothing important. But I remember periodically looking through the window and to the ocean, and the clouds.
The clouds are what became important. I noticed they were becoming Violent. They were taking shapes and colors that were unnatural. I think I knew then. Then I started to see the water levels rise. Slowly it crept up the window, and thats when I turned to Brieanna and heard my voice for the first time.
It was just how I rehearsed it many times while I was awake. I turned to her, and hugged her, and whispered into her ears, it's ok that I'm going to die...I just wanted to be with you. And thats when the water came in, and I was swept out into the sound.
I was in the water, but I didnt feel wet. I just knew that I was away from Brieanna and I was alive. My dream of dying with her had died. I was alone and alive and I woke up.
I woke up to think about all the things I missed.
And I miss her sarong, her always unnatural hair color, and her bright red lipstick I always told her I hated. I miss holding hands under the table, singing Taking Back Sunday in rounds, and raising my eyebrows when I saw her face.
Perhaps it was a terrible mistake to listen to Brand New alone.
The house was white. At least the little living room that I remember. White furniture, white bed, white curtain, but a brilliant blue window. Puget Sound was outside the window. I dont know if Id ever admit it to myself, but I want a house on the water. River, ocean, lake, it wouldnt matter.
I was laying on the white couch. I cant remember what I was wearing. But I can remember that Brieanna was next to me. We were close, though not holding each other. The dream stimulated the contentment that only follows Brieanna. She was there, I was there, and we were together.
I dont remember what we talked about. But it seemed that our lips were moving. It appeared like we were talking about nothing important. But I remember periodically looking through the window and to the ocean, and the clouds.
The clouds are what became important. I noticed they were becoming Violent. They were taking shapes and colors that were unnatural. I think I knew then. Then I started to see the water levels rise. Slowly it crept up the window, and thats when I turned to Brieanna and heard my voice for the first time.
It was just how I rehearsed it many times while I was awake. I turned to her, and hugged her, and whispered into her ears, it's ok that I'm going to die...I just wanted to be with you. And thats when the water came in, and I was swept out into the sound.
I was in the water, but I didnt feel wet. I just knew that I was away from Brieanna and I was alive. My dream of dying with her had died. I was alone and alive and I woke up.
I woke up to think about all the things I missed.
And I miss her sarong, her always unnatural hair color, and her bright red lipstick I always told her I hated. I miss holding hands under the table, singing Taking Back Sunday in rounds, and raising my eyebrows when I saw her face.
Perhaps it was a terrible mistake to listen to Brand New alone.
