[OOC] The Dream Again
She was asleep somewhere warm and safe, away from the world that she knew had a lot of danger and craziness in it. Her sleeping mind acted like a film projector, showing her images that flashed before her eyes quickly but slow enough that she could see each one clearly. All the faces except for one were blurred, although she knew that she knew them from somewhere.
The first face she saw was a middle-aged man, sitting beside her bedside. She looked a lot smaller, like she was just a kid and not a teenager, and the man sitting beside her was reading to her from a book. A smile was on her face as her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off to that pleasant land of sleep and dreams.
She remained awake, even though her younger self was lost to the world. The scene before her shifted, and another one began playing. This time, she saw herself as a five year old, walking hand in hand with the same faceless man she’d seen before. This time, she felt protected, loved, and completely safe from anything that the world could throw at her. It was a childish feeling, but she knew that as long as she was with that man, nothing could hurt her.
The next scene to appear before her was simple, but she knew it meant a lot to her. She was wearing a beautiful dress, her hair was done up in an attractive style, and there was a warm blush on her cheeks. The same man from the previous two scenes came up to her and pulled her into a loving embrace. The same emotions she’d felt before came rushing through her: there was security, happiness, and the promise of two very special types of love… the kind of love that comes from a father to his daughter, and the kind that comes from that very special someone that comes along only once in a lifetime.
Of course, she did not know that the man who was hugging her was her dad. All she knew was that he was someone really close to her and really special.
But then the bubble of happiness seemed to burst, and the lights that had made everything seem so bright and wonderful faded, replaced by dark light that covered everything she could see. She felt tiredness wash over her again, and she did the only thing that made sense; she closed her eyes and let herself drift away, back into that cocoon of warmth and security.
This time, however, beneath the feelings of safety and warmth, there was a sensation that she had lost something very important. She tried to recall the man who had stood by her in each scene that she’d viewed, but somehow, she could no longer make out all of his features. He stood before her now, his face partially obscured. But she could tell that he was someone still very important to her.
She told herself that when she woke up, she would have to find him and tell him just how important he was to her.