Dreams that Shake a Foundation.

Picture the scene, black and white. Completely monochrome. And I mean that so seriously; the world is like a thick, inked outline with pencil scribbles filling the faces of people with shades of gray. I'm sitting at a table with the girl. She is completely shadowed. I don't know who she is and her voice is disguised. I ask,

"Where are we?"

She responds,

"Quick, lets go!"

So the panorama changes and we are surrounded by a mass of people. Heads moving and bobbing for what seems to be miles. Still, the view is black and its white. I'm somewhat lost, the only familiar figure is this girl. She is difficult to see through all of the people, but I manage to keep her in eyeshot. I'm constantly grabbing at her hand and we pull towards each other. I get close to her and I shout against the crowd,

"Where are we going?"

She responds,

"Home."

Third scene. Final scene. I'm laying on a flat table that is so very uncomfortable. I look around and can't begin to imagine what is going on. So I breathe. I feel the air in my lungs and exhale. "I'm alive", I keep thinking, "I'm so very alive." A light brings a dim glow to the table. I turn on my left side and see a shadow, curled into a ball on her left side, facing away from me. The shadow is the girl. And she is crying. She is crying her heart out on this table with me in this faint light... and I know her. I feel like I know her so well. I position my arm under her and take her hip in my right hand to turn her towards me.

As my hand falls on her, the faint light becomes faint yellow. I realize color is returning and it is bleeding through the moments. The room turns warm and fills with a newfound life. I turn her over and face her. Her face comes so close to mine and she looks at me with a question in her eyes and a wave on her lip. We are paused, a moment in time, totally transfixed on one another. Her tears cease and I notice myself reflected in a pair of steely blue oceans staring back at me. She smiles. Our faces stay close, so close. And our smiles... they touch. I wake up moments later.

I do know her, and in no way had I expected to find this face at the root of my sleeping mind. I was surprised at the eyes that lit up my night when, in that brief moment, I had them. And today, I had them. In my own. But I'm starting to not make sense, so this is where it draws to a close. A dream that spoke to me through emotions I don't feel on a regular basis. A feeling of resolve and the actual feeling of color; the fufillment of doing what seems inevitably right. She seemed inevitably right. And its... scary.

Oh,

and I awoke in happiness.