The Girl At The Bottom Of The Pool. Day 23/30.


I had a dream last night about a girl friend of mine that has been going through quite some personal tribulations this year. I haven’t seen her in quite some time, but her face was very vivid in the dream. It was as if I were looking in her mirror. Everything seemed so real.

I could feel the pain within her.

I remember early on in the dream, I was walking through a darkly lit forrest, and in the distance a hazy blue light came into focus.

I walked slowly through. Not quite sure of my surroundings. Almost aware that I was in a dream, and that anything was possible. Cautious of where my mind may take me.

I slowly took steps closer, and closer to the light.

The closer I got to the light, the more I could understand what I saw.

There was a shadow of a small girl at the end of the pool. She was submerged in the water standing with her back against the pool wall.

I stood there at the other end of the pool trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

Not quite sure of what was real, and what was not.

She stood there motionless beneath the waters surface, and I could see that her eyes were open. But I never saw her blink. She just stared forward into empty space.

The water was as still as the night.

She looked haunted.

I walked to the other side of the pool, and kneeled towards her.

I began to realize that it was a friend of mine.

And a instant wave of sickness came over me.

It was as if the entire pool was filled with her tears.

I jumped straight down into the pool without thinking.

And when the water began to settle, and the bubbles cleared….I could see that I was standing face to face with her.

As I stood there I stared into her eyes.

I wanted to let her know that I was there for her.

But even our eye contact was vacant.

There was only pain here.

She was looking straight through me.

But her eyes burned into me.

I could see what she had seen.

I could feel what she had felt.

My heart began to race.

And I felt a loss of breath.

I knew that I couldn’t stay here forever.

I reached out, and grabbed her hands.

And we stood there staring into one another’s eyes.

Surrounded by blue light.

We were weightless, and empty.

But we were one for that moment.

Something kept me there.

Kept me holding on.

I remember thinking that we weren’t safe there.

But I did not move.

I did not break my gaze.

We must have been there for ages.

Because all that I remember was a final moment of peace.

All the pain disappeared, as the lights began to fade.

And then there was only darkness.

And I couldn’t feel her anymore.

I couldn’t feel anything.

I woke up in the dark gasping for breath.


My dreams haunt me. They always have. They show me the future, they bring back a dark past, they show me internal and external turmoil, and they bring me haunted souls. As much as I love sleep, it’s the stories I find there that stay with me long after I wake.


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