I was trapped in an elevator. There was a small platform below the buttons, big enough for a flip phone to rest. It was connected by a wire to the mainframe of the elevator system.
In it was a game. I was to complete the game in order to escape from the elevator. Somehow, I knew how long it takes to complete this game. I knew I’d be in there for awhile, so I got started with the game. On the first level, I noticed that the game was modified to make it impossible to win. A Herculean task. Then I realized someone was trying to kill me, to leave me in the elevator long enough to die.
So I pressed the alarm button. There on the phone, the display quickly switched to the end game page which said I’d won. Beneath the phone was a note dispenser which dispensed money. Either a dollar or a hundred, I can’t remember.
I was mad at this, trying to bribe me to not call the police. In anger I rapidly smashed the alarm button to open the door, which dispensed a handful of notes that I didn’t care about. The door eventually opened and I ran back to where I came from.
When I got back into his house, he stared at me in shock. I told him what had happened and he didn’t believe me; he was outraged by what had happened. Just then, my sister had called me from behind and I turned around to check up on her. When I looked back at him, he was already coming back from the elevator while a stranger walked into the other elevator. I ran to the stranger to stop her from going in lest she got trapped too. But when I tried to stop her, she looked at me in confusion, saying she had no idea what I was talking about. The phone and the wire was gone.
I tried to put two and two together. Running back into the house, I saw him come out of a room. I pushed pass him, and his mom was there, sound asleep.
“Where’s the phone?”
“What phone?” He replied. “I don’t have it.”
“Alright then show me what’s in your pockets.”
He didn’t respond. He pushed past me and walked into the living room.
I graded his both shoulders and leveled our eyeline.
“Why did you try to kill me?”
I placed my hands on the side of his heads. I looked endearingly into his black orbs as I felt my heart sink.
I drew him closer to me and kissed him on the lips.
I could feel myself waking up, but I kept kissing him because they still felt real.
I’m not telling you to rate my dream, just felt like sharing. On this platform, where nobody knows me, I feel free. I could write whatever I wanted to and not have to face the consequence of concerns or backlash.
That dream was about someone. Someone I knew long ago. Someone who I still see around, but is dead.
His body is alive and warm, it’s just that I don’t know if his soul is the one I knew.
Even so, he doesn’t feel the same way.
What a bitter nightmare to a beautiful lie.
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” – Kurt Vonnegut.
God bless you and choose love instead.