My vivid dream

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I laid my head down to rest one night to go to sleep. I fell asleep rather easily, and off into a dreamworld I went. Normally I'm not one to remember dreams, but this night I did, in vivid detail. What happens next is all that was in this magical dream of mine. I find it dark, gritty, and disturbing, a world where hurt and pain rule with an iron fist, and a man lost in his own mind.
I am sitting in a chair, a chair I do not recall. It seems modern, and somewhat new, but yet I do not remember it. I look at the time, and it reads 4:27pm. I look around a bit, and see that it is the room I have lived in for awhile now. I stand up, and nearly fall, and instinctively grab my walker that is lying next to the bed. I wonder over to where my computer sits, and it looks different. Thinking nothing much about it, I turn it on, and to my amazement it is something I'm not familiar with. I, startled, go to check the date, and find that it is June 21st, 2022.
Shocked at the date, I ponder how I got here, and how I do not recall anything. Confused, I head upstairs to seek out my mother for an answer. I head upstairs, and I find the house empty. I head back down to the landing, open the door, and her truck is sitting outside. It is of a different color, a darker black, and a bit more modernized, but I'm sure it was hers. I go in search of a phone, and I can not find one. Frustrated, I head back upstairs, and start searching around.
The first thing I had noticed, is that all the pictures in the house were different. Some of newer events, that I do not recall, some old, but mostly the walls are emptier. No more were there pictures of celebrities on the walls, no more collectables. My parents bedroom vacant, with nothing in it but a few boxes. All the rooms but my own were empty, all their previous belongings gone. I sat down in their room, and started to go through the boxes that were in the middle of the room.
I searched the boxes, in hopes of finding answers. The first box was a few collectables, along with some photos of me and my mother. I did not recall where we were when they were taken, but we seemed happy. As I dug deeper into this mystery, I found the answer I was seeking for.
My mother, and father had tragically passed. The paper clipping that was in the box said they were driving when a drunk driver came out of nowhere and slammed into them, killing both of them instantly. I sat on the floor in disbelief, and started to cry. Why can I not remember these things? Where am I, I asked myself. As I asked this question, a gust of wind breezed through the room, and something appeared before my eyes.
“It is I, your tortured spirit. This is but a dream. This is your future, and I have traveled a great distance to come to you.”
“I do not understand. Why am I all alone here? What am I to learn from this? Why are you a tortured spirit, and not at peace?”
“All in due time. For now, lets start with why you are all alone here. You refused to leave. You always had a reason to stay, whether it was apt or not. Your family kept you because of their love for you, and for your disability. Sadly, living on your own would have been tough for you, but you would of managed. Instead, you wanted safety.”
“I do not remember any of this.”
“It is because it is a dream. Listen to my words mortal. I have suffered greatly to bring this to you, and I will not let it be for naught. You have kept yourself walled off from everyone for the last 8 years. Your dear friends that you once valued, you pushed away. You made up reasons, or found cause, and cut them out of your life. You grew paranoid that everyone was out to hurt you. You grew into a fearful, paranoid man.”
“That does not sound like me at all. I love my friends and family dearly. I would never cut them out of my life without a valid reason. I trust them all and they would not ever betray me.”
“You say this now, but that is what happened. I'm from the future, it already has come to pass. It would be wise if you did not question me so vigorously. I understand why you do, as I have always done, but for now, it would be best to just absorb the knowledge I am here to bestow upon you.”
“Fair enough. What is it that you are to teach me then?”
“You must not grow complacent with your life. You gave up after the treatments failed. You gave up after the first relationships you sought failed. You never let go of the past with your ex-wife, and it plagues you to this day. Your ex-wife is the reason I'm a tortured soul. What I have done, I am here to try to prevent. You must let your hatred and anger go mortal. It does not suit you at all, and all it does is consume you.”
“But I loathe her deeply. You know how deeply. Why would I just let that go, when she destroyed my world, and apparently cause my life to end up like this?”
“Because your life is like this. She did not have anything to do with this mortal. Take heed to how all this occurred. By your lack of action. You gave up, you shunned everyone, isolated yourself down in your room. You became tortured, and blamed yourself for everything. You gave up hope for a cure, you gave up socialization, and you gave up on finding love. Those are your mistakes, not hers. She may of set you in motion by abandoning you mortal, but you chose to stay this way, instead of moving on with your life.”
“So what, do I just say fuck it and move on with my life? Does the 10 years of marriage to her mean nothing to anyone? I devoted my life to that woman, and all you can say is I need to let go? I do not see how it is possible to let go of someone you loved so strongly for so long.”
“Well mortal, it is not my place to say how you are to overcome your tasks. My responsibility is to prevent the future, in hopes that I might be at peace, and that you in turn will be too. Let us go now from this place, and to the scene of the crime. Lets us go into the future.”
Those were his last words before we suddenly appeared in some foreign location. As my eyes adjusted, I saw him floating next to me. I looked around a little, and I was in some form of a mansion. It was a massive house, with wonderful architecture, and a view to die for. I headed outside, and saw the sun beat down on my me, but did not feel the heat. The lawn was very well cared for, I saw a few gardeners in the distance.
I walked over to the gardeners and asked, “Hello sir. Do you have the time?” The gardener did not seem to acknowledge that I was even there and continued on with his work. I tapped him, and my hand went through him. It would appear that I was too a ghost. Startled by this, I turned to the spirit, and asked, “What is going on? Why can I not talk to this man?”
“Mortal, do you not heed my words? This is a dream. These events have already occurred, and you are unable to intervene. I am showing you these events in an effort to preserve your soul, or in an effort to prevent what I am now. Now back inside.”
We appeared again inside, in the same room that we entered. A minute or so went by, and Amy and a strange man came into the room. I did not recognize the man, but I did notice Amy. She had lost some weight, and was quite thinner then I remembered. From what I could tell, her hair was dyed red, which was my favorite, and she appeared happy. Time had frozen, and they stood there, lifeless. I looked over to my spirit, and he said, “Look out the window mortal. Do you see?”
I looked out the window, and saw myself standing out there with a telescope in the distance. I was just on the edge of the woods, spying on Amy. I am not sure why I was, but I was.
“Do you remember when I told you that you needed to let go? This is why. This is the day you make a very grave mistake, that will be your undoing. I want you to pay close attention, and feel the feelings you are going to feel. Cry if you must, scream if you must. No one but I can hear you. You will see it as it is, because if you do not, you will not understand the importance of it.”
Confused by what he meant, I nodded my head, and time started to pass again. This man, picked Amy up, and squeezed her tight. She giggled, and he threw her onto the bed. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and I saw the look that she used to give me. He climbed into the bed, and began to tear her clothes off with great force. I looked over to the window, and saw myself getting heated by this. I looked angry, and looked like the tension was building.
I looked back to the bed, and watched as my ex-wife and this man, who she referred to as Eric, having sex. It was very passionate, and ravaging. He seemed to treat her like a possession, taking what he wanted from her, and she loved it. She started screaming in ecstasy, and I found myself starting to cry a little. I looked out the window again, and saw myself more heated, punching a nearby tree, furious at the events transpiring in this bedroom. I cried some more, as I watched in full detail of what they were doing.
My ex-wife was screaming and loving Eric, and Eric was enjoying himself. After 10 or so minutes of watching them switch positions, engage in oral pleasures, and both of them climaxing, I snapped, and put my hand through the wall, only to remember that I could not interact. I screamed as loud as I could for them to stop, but no one but my spirit heard me. I fell to my knees, and cried my eyes out. The pain I was feeling was probably the same pain I was feeling outside. I stood up wearily to notice that I had a gun in my hand, and that I was moving towards the mansion.
I screamed, “You got to be kidding me. I kill them? Why would I even bother stalking them? This is not what I want, and this is not me.”
“Calm down mortal. This has already happened.”
He snapped his fingers, and time stopped again.
“Now I want you to look at this, and see what is about to happen. Your ex-wife and Eric are about to be shot, by you, in cold blood, because of your pain and sorrow. Your ex-wife moved on as you can see, and yet you stalk her out in the woods, like a coward. You claim this is not you, but this is exactly who you are. You have let the anger and hatred you feel for this woman manifest into something uncontrollable. She has every right to move on with her life. She does not love you anymore mortal. You need to understand this.”
“I do understand this. I hate her for the betrayal, but I do understand that she hates me. I understand that she no longer loves or cares for me, and wants nothing to do with me. I can not help that I can not overcome her as easily as she did. Just because she is capable of moving on, and has no quarrel having sex with another man, I find it offensive. Our marriage meant something to me, and she should of honored it.”
“Mortal, this is the future. I know not of what was in the past. I'm sure she had sex with quite a few people before this Eric fellow. She had a 7 year head start on moving on before you and her even split way back in 2012. This is 2022, and you have been holding onto this hatred and agony for 10 long years. She is married to this man, you and her are divorced. From all the research that you will do in the near future, you will learn that she has enjoyed life without you. You must come to terms with this now.”
“But how? I loved her so much. How do I just let go of all of this?”
“One day at a time. Stop the research, stop stalking her, stop caring about her, and forget about the past with her. This kind of passion never existed in your marriage to begin with. You were never meant to be with this woman, and because of this you were hurt. You must find a way to move on. Because if you do not, this is what will happen.”
As he finished that sentence, time started to flow again, and I watched as I approached the house. Two of the gardeners saw me, and attempted to stop me. I shot them both. I watched as their blood drained out of their bodies, and saw myself continue forward towards the house. I saw another gardener flee, and I continued to walk.
Amy and Eric were laying there, in euphoria, unaware of what happened outside. I heard them talking to each other. Amy was proclaiming to Eric that she has never been so happy in her life, and that her previous husband never pleased her in such a way. She told him that she loved him dearly, and that she was so happy to of left me. I started to tear up again, when I saw myself kick open the door.
The panic in their eyes as I entered the room was startling. Amy grabbed some sheets and clung to Eric's arm, as he went and tried to cover Amy. I screamed again to myself not to do it, but alas it fell on deaf ears. I saw the look in my eyes. The hatred, the pain, the sorrow. The misery that had consumed every ounce of decency I had.
“Please Dave, I beg of you, please do not do this. I'm so sorry for breaking up with you, and hurting you this way.”, I heard Amy plead. The fear in her voice is something I have never heard before, and it scared me. “Come on Dave, lets talk this out. I do not want to hurt you anymore.”
“There is nothing to talk about Amy. It is clear that you are happy with this buffoon, and that I meant nothing to you. Why could not you love me this way? Why was there never this kind of passion for us Amy? I gave you everything, and for what, so you could cheat on me, fuck around, and remarry with some asshole like this guy?”
“Dave, your MG is what killed our passion. If you were well, I do not think we would of ever broken up. Your MG consumed you so badly, and there was not anything I could do to help you. I tried so hard, fought so hard for you, and you gave up. Instead of loving me, you valued your friends more. You pushed me away, and made me feel like a mother to you, instead of your wife. You treated me like I was someone there to help you, not as your lover. This is why there was no passion. This is why I was unhappy, and this is why our marriage failed. Your MG did all this to you, and you can not even open your eyes wide enough to see what is in front of you.”
“I see clearly what is in front of me Amy. I see you fucking this dude, in this massive house, without a care in the world. I can not help I got sick Amy. My friends did not replace you, and I did not value them nearly as much as you. They were there to keep me company, because I was so lonely. I could not help you had to work. If I was rich like this idiot, you would have been my whole world. But it did not happen, and instead of understanding, you hated me. I never gave up. You gave up on me a long time ago, and that is your fault.”
“I'm sorry Dave. I did not know what else to do. Please put down the gun, and lets talk.”
“There is nothing left to talk about. If I can not have you, no one can. I should of done this a long time ago.”
Time froze again, and I looked at the spirit, mortified at what just happened. I've heard those words so often from Amy, and yet for some reason they rang especially hard.
“See mortal. This is what happened. You could not just let it go. Your ex-wife is right, you let your MG consume part of you. She gave up on you far too soon, but you did change. It is to be expected though. I recall the pain you used to be in, the depression, the suicidal thoughts. I realize that you loved Amy so dearly back then, but it was her who could not bare to watch you torture yourself over something that you had no control over. She refused to open up to you, and shouldered that burden on her own. I'm sorry mortal, but there is nothing that can be done about this. It is far in the past, and far past anything you could do to change. You have to realize this now, before these events come to pass.”
As he finished saying this, time unfroze, and I watched myself shoot Eric in the head. Amy screamed in fear, and I watched as Eric's now lifeless body fell off the side of the bed, blood flowing freely out of the front of his head. Amy then frantically slid across the bed, and stood and backed away into the corner. She still held a sheet in her hand, and I saw the tears run down her face. She once again tried to reason with me.
“Dave, please, I beg you please. Do not do this. Please.”
“Give me one reason not to? You betrayed me Amy. You forced my life to be this way. My parents have died, and I have nothing left to live for. What does it matter anymore? No one can love a man like me. All my MG does is cause me to suffer, and I'm so tired of suffering Amy. All the pain you have inflicted, all the pain that I'm in, it has to end. I can not bare to think of a world without you, and I have had to live this life for 10 years now. So please, give me one good reason why I should not just end the suffering now.”
“Because Dave, life is too sacred. I did love you at one point in time Dave, you have to believe me. I did not want to hurt you, but I could not continue lying to myself. I was so unhappy, and no matter what I did, I could not change that. I had to leave you. I could not take care of you anymore. Your MG was just too much for me to bare alone, and with my depression, it was just too much. I'm sorry I had to leave you, and that you have been alone for all this time. But maybe we can change that together. What if we try to fix what we had? What if you give me a chance to make up for the wrong doings I've done?”
“And how would you fix things? Huh? You are just trying to disarm me so that I will not kill you. What are you going to do, lure me into bed with you, and tie me up like you used to? No, I will not be that fool anymore Amy. You might have had control of me then, but this is now, and I will not let you use that sexy body of yours to influence what I must do.”
I then saw myself shoot Amy, straight in the head. Amy fell to the floor in a quick fashion, naked and on a sheet. Her blood pooled in front of her, and started to run towards the blood of Eric's. I watched as I got on my knees, cried, and started to clean the blood up. I removed the sheet from Amy's naked body, and laid next to her. I saw myself whispering into her ear, but I could not make out what was said.
“Do you now see why you must let go mortal? Look at what you have done to the one you claim to love so dearly. You have shot her, in cold blood, all because you could not have her. Is that fair to her? Is that fair to anyone?”
“I do not think I know anymore. I'm so lost and confused. So much pain runs through me right now, and I have no idea how this would come to pass. I would not ever hurt anyone, let alone Amy. She was everything to me, you know that right?”
“Of course I know that, I am you after all. Lets continue to watch.”
I watched as I stood back up, and started dragging Eric's body into the master bathroom. I had a tough time dragging him, but after awhile I managed to get him in there. I left him in there, a blood trail to follow, and shut the door. Afterwords, I moved Amy and summoned all the strength I had and lifted her onto the bed. I cried my eyes out, as I watched the ritualistic fashion of me cleaning up the blood off the floor. I heard myself chanting little phrases like “Amy would not want a dirty room”, or “I hope Amy does not get mad at the blood on the floor.”
After about 30 or so minutes of watching myself clean up the room, I saw myself get naked, and lay next to her. I wrapped my arms around her lifeless body, and kissed her on the forehead. I said that I was sorry, and cried next to her for a few minutes. I then started to pray to God, to absolve me of my sins. I do not recall myself ever being a man of faith, but there I was, asking for forgiveness. After the prayer, I saw myself pick the gun back up off the nightstand, and aim it towards my head.
I started crying again, in defeat knowing what I was about to do. I was going to kill myself, and I would be there with Amy for all eternity. The tears streamed down my face as I saw the gun go off for the final time, watching my arm fall around her, the gun off to the side of the bed, and the blood running down the front of my body, and pooling on both of us. I fell to my knees, crying my soul out, in agony. The pain I felt is indescribable, but it flowed through my entire body.
“Mortal, we must go now. I'm sorry, but I had to show you this. Please, I'm begging you, you must let her go. This is what fate has in store for you, if you choose to stay on the path you are on. Do not give up hope. I know it is hard, but please, you must not give up. The treatments will not work, and you will feel hopeless. But you have lived a long time with this disorder, and nothing will change that. I am sorry that you must endure this, but endure it you will.”
“But I'm not strong enough to endure this alone. It is why I can not let go of her. She helped me through all this. While she may of controlled me, and made me feel worthless, she did however tend to my every need, and I wanted for nothing but healthiness. All my MG has done is take away everything I value and love in life. How can I just fight it when all it does is defeat me?”
“You are fighting it the wrong way mortal. It is not something that can be overcome, it is something you must accept and live with. So what if you can not work, or live what is considered a normal life. It does not mean your family and friends are not there for you. It also does not mean that you can not find love again, or live a happy life. I know our time on earth is short, but you do not want to live your life like this. The torture you will feel for all eternity will be for nothing. Amy will not be there when you die, you will be all alone. It is your punishment for your sins. So I ask you, to please, change your course, before it is too late.”
“I do not know how I will, but I will try. I do not want to become like this man I just saw. I do not wish to kill Amy, or anyone else for that matter, nor do I wish to stalk anyone. It is not who I am, and I do not wish for myself to be consumed in such a way. So I must find a way out of this.”
“Share with your friends and family. Tell them how you feel. Share your secrets, and thoughts to them. Be open and honest to them and yourself. Stop hiding behind yourself, and blaming yourself. While you are at fault for things, as we all are, it is not all of yours to bare mortal. I assure you, she was just as wrong as you. So do yourself a favor. Keep your friends close. Listen and honor their wishes. Learn from them as if they were a teacher. They will teach you how to love again, and how to be yourself again. Become a better man, and do not let this future take place. I wish to rest in peace.”
“I will do my best. Knowing this could be my fate, I will do all in my power to prevent this. I thank you dearly for bestowing this knowledge to me.”
“You are welcome mortal. Do not squander this gift I have given you. I must go now, but never forget this dream. Write it down, and keep it with you always, in case you lose your way. I do not know if I will have another chance to come to you, should you falter. Goodbye mortal, and good luck.”
Shortly after, I awoke. Scared of what I just witnessed in my dream, I went upstairs to make sure all was in place. Thankfully, my mother was still here with me, my friends all existed, and life was normal once again. Now all I have to do is to try and apply this to my life. What a challenge to have in front of me.