an odd person interrupted my dream
i was talking to my group of friends (i didn't know those people, they were just conjured by my mind). we were at a mall/university type of establishment. people walked by constantly. i was sitting on a bench when a dark figure appeared in front of me, towering over me. he didn't belong there. he shouldn't have been there.
i met his black, glittering eyes. he was smiling at me pleasantly. it felt condescending.
he grabbed my chin. i was surprised. no one touches me in my dreams. only i touch others. his behavior was erratic. if he could touch me, that meant he wasn't bound by the rules. he was an independent actor.
he spoke to me directly, explaining to me what i was in strange terms, tone gently mocking. i didn't utter a sound in response. his grip felt severe. it wasn't part of the script. it wasn't.
i met his black, glittering eyes. he was smiling at me pleasantly. it felt condescending.
he grabbed my chin. i was surprised. no one touches me in my dreams. only i touch others. his behavior was erratic. if he could touch me, that meant he wasn't bound by the rules. he was an independent actor.
he spoke to me directly, explaining to me what i was in strange terms, tone gently mocking. i didn't utter a sound in response. his grip felt severe. it wasn't part of the script. it wasn't.
