I've recently come to the realisation that my parents are the greatest people in the world. However when I was much younger and smaller, my parents were the world.
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I had a dream.
I dreamt that you were alive again, not the lifeless person you seem to be today. Ouch. That hurts, but you know it's true. You smiled and I knew you meant it. We were still young in my dream. And my soul was being fed with love.
I had a dream.
Green was the main colour in this picture-perfect dream, with rolling hills of fresh and fragrant green grass. Chrysanthemums and daffodils grew all over the place, we could barely tell apart the different flowers from their mutual colour. Yellow.
I asked you, "What are my favourite flowers?"
You looked at me with a facial expression I could not decipher, blank is what it seemed like. You looked around your feet. Your feet did not move at all, and I wondered deeply if you could figure out what my favourite flowers were. You plucked one of the yellow flowers in a swift. You said, "You like chrysanthemums." in that matter-of-fact tone of voice. You handed the flower to me. As you did this, I asked, "Ok then smart guy, what's my other favourite?"
I giggled because I knew the last flower was nowhere in the field.
Before my hand could grab the chrysanthemum from yours, you retracted your outstretched hand, leaving me with a dazed expression. You smiled and cupped the flower with your hand, what was he doing? After a few seconds, you freed the flower from the barriers of your hands. I was shocked, I could not believe my eyes. You giggled at my spaced-out expression, "I know you like these the most."
And there it was, lying in your boney, fragile hands laid a pink rose.
I had a dream.
We walked home after the 'flower game'. We walked alongside the stone steps that led to your stone cottage home. As we trotted and frolicked by the stone steps, from a distance, we saw an old woman. She gave you a look I couldn't understand.
All of a sudden, you had disappeared into your cottage and into your den. You ran from my side, leaving me with a gray and withered rose. I touched it with a brush of my finger, and like a house of cards, in ashes it came crashing down. I knocked on the door you disappeared into. That same woman answered the door and told me to "...stay away from here." I was initially shocked and pained. "Does this mean I can't see _____ anymore?" I asked her and she replied, "Never ever." She sounded like you too.
Do you remember? "Never ever." is what you said when I asked you, "What would you do if we were to break up?" You answered me saying, "I don't know about you but I'm never leaving you. Never ever."
I guess it was never meant.
Pegasus then came flying into the scene and I warned the lady saying, "I'll be back."
All of a sudden, I had grown from a 7 year old child into a matured young adult and must I say, I looked hot. I looked down on my right arm and I had a machine-gun for an arm. Experienced yet unexperienced as I felt, I climbed onto Pegasus' back and yelped, "HYAH!"
We were soaring past beautiful streetlight-lit towns, cities and countries in the sky. Pegasus jumped, jolted and skipped on the white clouds of the clear blue sky. We had gone around the whole world in what seemed like one night.
I had a dream.
We flew back to the house you had disappeared into, landing with numerous thuds and stumbles. I jumped off Pegasus, yielding my machine-gun arm. I walked through the door and ended up in a new world. I turned around and realised I had walked through a portal.
This started to remind me of that video game I used to play when I was 8, Spyro.
I hesitated, I feared walking any further into the unknown world. This whole new world was empty and there were numerous blackholes raging the violet sky. I walked back through the portal and cried to Pegasus telling him, "He's gone! He's gone forever!"
I had a dream.
Pegasus and I began making our way home on foot. We walked along the stone steps and the lovely grassy fields I spent my last moments with you. Each step we took made me cry bubbles. As the bubbles floated, the sunshine against them reflected rainbows. They floated into Heaven. We reached my wooden cottage. I slept and started to dream.
I had a dream.
I was woken up by Pegasus and my house elf, Dobby. "Master, someone is here to see you." Dobby shied away with each word spoken. It was as if I was about to give him a beating, which I have never done in my whole life. I walked down the creaking, wooden stairs of my so-called house to see someone sitting by the fire with a guitar. His back turned towards me.
Bluntly I asked him, "Hello? Who are you?" I was ready to exercise my machine-gun arm.
"Don't be so blunt, you can't recognise an old friend?" his deep masculine voice made my spine tingle.
It was you! With a guitar in hand. I leapt up off my feet and ran towards you, carelessly flinging my machine-gun arm around. I hugged you so tightly, just the way I remembered it.
I asked you, "What is the guitar for? And what happened? Where did you go?..." My mouth managed to spit out every question I've been meaning to ask you since your unexpected and mysterious disappearance.
"I spent 100 years learning the guitar just so I can play this one song to you."
And I woke up.
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