It seemed like the gap wasn't closing. The group was still far away from me. So I started running, sprinting even. I distinctly remember the grass beneath my feet feeling oddly soft as my steps kicked grass up behind me. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab me wrist and it stops me dead in my tracks. I turn towards the person who grabbed me and saw myself. It wasn't just myself, it was who I used to be. Someone who didn't talk much, a person that was overweight and unhealthy, a person who had no goals or ambitions. Everything about myself that I changed or tried to get past over the years was standing right in front of me holding me back from reaching my friends. He stared at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "Remember that you are weak." After hearing those words, the grass all around me started to wither away and die. I looked back over to where my friends were and they were gone. The old me was gone as well. He left a hand print shaped bruise on my left arm where he grabbed me. I woke up after wandering aimlessly in these dead plains of grass.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
I was in a grass field which stretched out for miles. Every around me was just more and more grass. Ahead of me were some of my friends. They were having a good time. It looked like they were having a small part. I could see J, S, and G over by a grill cooking. E, M, and X were chatting. P was making some phone calls while making some motions over to N and A. For the first time, I saw K in my dream. She was working on something while chatting with everyone else. I wanted to join them, but all of them were so far away. There was quite a distance between me and everyone else, so I started walking towards them.