New Dream

So... last night was a thing. So was today, but, you know, Easter. Different story for a different time.

For now, well.... I guess I'll get right into the point of this blog; the dream.


I dreamt of the city again, for the  first time in years. The City. Even now I can scarcely believe it.

.........

When I woke, I was on a street.

I was on a street, alone with only the familiar grey, sleek spires as my company. I heard no noise, saw no evidence of any human life surrounding me, and it... was terrifying. The silence had seemed near deafening, and there was a shiver down my spine that told me that this wasn't right.

That there was something I had to do.

And then I remembered-

I ran. I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran so far and for so long that I could feel my lungs burning, my feet bleeding, the bones in my legs aching for some sort of reprisal, a boon, any form of relief to end this hellish marathon. And even then, I continued to run, with the words from that far off dream ringing in my head. It was the only thing that kept me going, until my legs gave out and I was scraping my legs and knees across the asphalt of the road.

I felt like dying.

It was only when I could breathe that I looked up, and suddenly my body became immobile; I saw a Library.

It wasn't as if there was anything off about it perse. It wasn't anything epic or grand,it was just... a library. Like one you'd find in a small town run by kindly volunteers. Still, I felt my body give a tremble as I stared at the gray doors, gray like the spires and the road and the sky. This place felt wrong and I knew it, yet...

Yet somehow, I managed to get up, almost as if it was against my will, as if there were strings pulling my limbs up to stand, despite my body screaming for me to rest. I stared up once more at Library's looming figure before stumbling through those grey, grey doors.

I don't remember what I had expected, but I suppose it was only natural for it to seem near identical to the libraries of my childhood, it was my own dream after all. Even walking around, looking at all the books, it was impeccably replicated. Well, except for the complete and utter lack of human life of course, as seemed the new staple of The City.

As I further explored the library, I felt a sudden urge to go  down the stairs into the children's section, almost like a tug, pulling me down. But before I even took my first step on the creaky old stairs, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turned, trying to find the source when I heard that voi.... no... That Voice within my mind and behind me again.

"I tell you to Run and you plod along. What a defiant toy you are."

And instead of waking up peacefully, I felt my body being jerked back, down the stairs as a giggle echoed throughout my mind.



Then I woke up, as I felt the first step dig into my spine.

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Yeah, you could say that after that ordeal, going through the festivities today, well...Okay I may have been shaken up a bit, but it did make suffering through the pleasantries of the day a bit... more bearable.