Post #9: My first nightmare

Man have I felt horrible today. It isnt easy when your day begins with a nightmare still fresh in you memory. It took posesion of me the moment I woke up, and I hasnt let me go. But what bothers me isnt how dark it was, but rather how vivid and life like. Im not one used to remembering dreams, in fact I forget most within minutes of waking up, so it is a huge event when one sticks with me. It has sometimes been reflections of my past day, or ways I proyect my self in an alternate existance. One in which the basic laws of nature dont apply and we are beings of pure intention. Beautiful drean those, in which I wrap myself in the silk blanket that is Morpheous' spell and sleep till the world is no more. But never has a nightmare stuck with me as this vile thought has. It began as any normal dream, where the imposible is the standard and only your actions matter, not quite a lucid dream. Rather one of a spontaneous and considerate nature. An azure sky covered an oh so simulteneous sleeping earth in the middle of a perpetual, cloudless day. And as all woke to take the daylight, so did I. I sprang from my bed, now a chair tastefully made to rest my head, to begin my day. But what is it on my phone but a call that keeps ringing throught the house. And as I calmly make my way over to the phone expecting it to go to voicemail, it seems to be getting louder and louder. Finally I pick it up. The other end is a cheering voice. Who would it be but her, boy was I electric. It was my little Christmas with no strings attatched. Soon her cheery giggle went silent and like a lighting from the blue came a shreeking scream followed by insaciable tears. And the next thing I know im next to her. I talk and I console but all to no avail. When she pushed me away, she talked but I heard nothing. And I could only remember the last word, over. She didnt mean us. We were nothing to begin with, sudenly she disapeared and the news came on. A girl is threatening to jump from a building in the business district. Its her, and next thing I know Im there as well. I run to the edge to stop her but by the time my hand reached her wrist she fell. So I dove after her. The horror wasnt in that we fell together, it was in that by the time I caught up to her, it was too late. Should I have written these blogs about her? Cause lately I havent been feeling too hot on the topic.