himacey

[himacey]

My dream started off with us in high school

We were in love like way more in love than we could ever be.

One day after school after a shift, you got mad at me for something so dumb. We started arguing, and as it progressed I walked outside, and everything turned into a Tim burton film. The sky was orange and the clouds were black. I went to you in your class, and I told you it was over. You looked at me, and just said “okay” (softly). I walked out and as I headed back to class I was encountered by these massive principles, they dragged me through the concrete floor and threw me into this dungeon of an iss room. No sunlight was let in, only 3 lamps were lit up, one on the teachers desk to see the board, the other 2 across each other in the middle of the classroom. It was dim yellow in there, you could see the waves of your hands moving, while I was in there, lots of females were trying to mess with me, but I kept pushing away. I felt trapped and stuck in my head. I would dream about you, in my dreams. So a dream in a dream, these dreams would show you depressed, crying, loathing, then hatred, then moving on.

Then I would dream another dream so a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream.

That dream was of you liking clowns. Not really relevant, but in that dream it was like a dream that was supposed to be what’s inside of your head. It was dark, and green, it was inside of a theater. There’s creatures running around, clowns riding giant bicycles.

It looked insane, it was thundering inside this classical theater. Eventually I sit down and the curtains begin to ring back, the sound of an old projector started to rumble, and A movie started to play. It was life through your eyes. I understood what you felt and what you thought. I woke up out of that dream, into the dream of me in iss, I leaped into the hallway, but everything was falling apart the lights were flickering on and off, tiles on the ceiling missing I just started to book it to your class, when I made it there everyone around you was pitch black, except for you. You were glowing and I took your hand and tried to take you with me, But you refused.

It felt like I had been stabbed so many times in the heart, I asked you why even though I knew exactly how I made you feel. I opened Instagram and saw that you deleted all our pics together, but I didn’t delete any of ours. I tried to tell you I was sorry, and that I loved you, but you shut me out, I decided to walk out and as soon as I stepped outside your class the school was back to normal except now I was the one who was pitch black