Dream; August 10, 2009

Okay, so I'd like to start with a disclaimer... I immediately wrote this down upon waking up, and when I looked back at it, it sounds like I wrote it in a trance... I preface this entry with the warning that I have BIZARRE dreams... This was one of the more odd ones.

So, not changed at all from the morning I wrote it (I was apparently very fond of semicolons that morning...) is the dream I had on August 10, 2009.

A young girl is running; looking for solitude

She locks herself in a dim restroom;

There is a tri-fold mirror/medicine cabinet above the sink.

As she looks into the mirror, I know she is not me, but I am seeing everything through her eyes.

The left mirror panel is open

Looking forward, she is reflected simultaneously on the left and center mirrors.

The reflection in the center mirror is sober faced.

She is emotionless, save for her eyes, which are tired; defeated.

The reflection in the left mirror cries.

She does not sob; there are merely silent tears running down her cheeks.

The girl looks down at her wrists

And finds black, dotted lines across them; cut lines, with small x's at the center.

I know horizontal cuts do not kill

But in my dream, this is irrelevant.

The cut lines, mimicking elementary school, seemingly children's lines

Are real; I know that this girl will certainly die.

As she looks at the lines, at the x's

The girl takes a blade

It is curved; looking like an Arabian scimitar in miniature

It fits easily in her right hand; feels natural

As she moves to cut her left wrist

The blade catches a beam of light; reflected off the mirror

She looks up into the mirror

And I, still looking through her eyes

See a face wet with tears

But determined, and above all, smiling.

So just as blade and flesh meet, I wake.

And though the dream in itself is upsetting

I am full of hope. I know I will always be okay.