Recurring Dream

A recurring dream? I’ve had several recurring dreams. One that has always stuck out to me would be one about the girl and the boy I often write about though. It’s like the middle of a chapter in the middle of a book, you can tell a lot happened before to lead to these events, and a lot will happen after the event. I never get to see any further or before what the dream has always had since I first had it three years ago. Since then, I’ve had this dream at least five or six times. The dream is as follows: He is holding her, she’s bleeding out in his arms. His usually kind and affectionate eyes are full of rage, anger, and perhaps a look of grief. She pleads “No, stay. Please.” And then the dream goes one of two ways. The boy either holds her as she starts to succumb to her injuries, or he lets her go, too bent on revenge to stay and comfort the girl who he always claimed to love so desperately. If he stays, she dies with a smile and his name on her lips, the way she would want it. If he goes, she dies silently, slipping away like the faint hint of a breeze you can’t seem to hold on to long enough on a hot summer’s day. It has a lot of personal meaning to me, a lot of boring stories I won’t delve into on this post.