On an opening, random note, I very much like happy aquarium. It calms my nerves.
I had this dream last night. And it's got me itching for adventure and excitement. It was a great dream.
I'm not sure how exactly it started, but I remember we had new neighbors. And for some reason we had to go live with them. And their house was my house, except bigger. Oh, and he was there too. His whole family. And I wasn't allowed to leave.
Everything was happy skippy in this community house. Except it wasn't. He wouldn't talk to me. Nobody would. And I wasn't allowed to leave. (There were snowcones though.) It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I'm not sure why, but I knew I had to make a run for it.
So late at night, I approached the front door. Everybody was still up, but they were either upstairs or downstairs, doing something else. I started to open the door, and paused. Something was telling me I should let him see me leave. See what he did. See if he chased after me. Part of me wanted him to catch me.
So I waited.
I heard him come up the stairs, and when he turned the corner, our eyes locked for a second.
Then I turned and bolted out the door.
I leapt down the stairs and started sprinting across the lawn. I heard the door open and slam shut behind me. And shouting. I couldn't understand what he was shouting though. Everything was too chaotic. He was chasing after me, and I considered letting him catch me. But the thought didn't last long. I was relying on instinct; In one of those fight or flight modes, and this was the flight part. Nothing could stop me.
The street was chaos personified. There were others. Other runaways - street kids I kept calling them - just like me. Some running in packs, some in pairs. Others alone, like me.
Sounds of pursuit faded. There were too many of us. He'd never find me in this pitch black bedlam. The thought both frightened me and excited me.
I could hardly see a thing. I was running at full speed, trying not to run into those fleeing the opposite way.
Then out of nowhere, my Redhead showed up. So we fled together. A couple other people we know showed up, so we ran in a pack. Afterall, there's safety in numbers.
You could feel it in the air. The sense of urgency. We were all running from something. But we weren't all on the same side. It was terrifying.
When we got to the main road, I noticed there was a strange divet in between the pavement and the grass. People had camps set up down there. I tucked that information in the back of my mind; I knew we'd need a place to stay later.
But there were authorities. Of course there were. That's what everybody was trying to get away from. They had discovered this massive hideout, and no one wanted to get caught.
Suddenly, this drug dog ran up and tackled these two boys who were a little in front of us. We all froze, not knowing what to do. Two officers ran up and grabbed the boys. Then, the dog turned and charged at us. We stood there for a moment, terrified. We all turned and ran, but my poor Redhead friend was in the front of the group, and was the last to turn. The dog got to her, but didn't hurt her.
It did distract us though.
Next thing we knew, those two officers were right there, daring us to run some more.
And I knew one of them.
It was my confirmation class teacher! I begged her not to tell my parents. She agreed, but made me promise to never do it again. I reluctantly agreed.
She took me back home at the crack of dawn, and nobody ever knew the difference. Except him.
When he saw me, he looked relieved, worried, and a little like he didn't sleep. He also looked like he wanted to talk to me. Like he had something important to say. I gave him a look that was both scared and defiant. Asking him not to breathe a word. Letting him know I had one hell of a night.
I really can't get over this dream. I've actually been considering running away. Just for a day or two. Just to get away. I know it's a dumb idea, and it would be nothing like my dream, although it would be equally as terrifying.
But I wonder what he would think. What he would do.
He never did let me know what he wanted to say to me.
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