What I’m about to write is my dream exactly as it happened, and in as clear a description as I can give. I will not alter it to make more sense to a third person; I feel that if you relate to it in its rawest, you’ll truly experience at least a little of what I felt being in this dream.
I’m leaving my house for the last time. I sweep my eyes across the living room, and my gaze falls onto the two cages left in a corner. There was a dog and a cat in it respectively. I recalled vividly there were many of these animals… maybe at least ten of them previously, all in black, metallic cages. But everything I own is disappearing. The two animals look at me tiredly, wearily. I reach out and unlock the cages, and reach in to stroke their heads as the doors swing out. I watch as the dog lays its head on the ground and sighs, while the cat curls up into a ball and falls asleep.
I get up to walk out the door with a strange sensation. I look back before closing the door behind me. The two animals have left, vanished. I shut the door, and it clicks with finality.
I’m at a play, and my closest friends are with me in the audience. We are all male, cheering on for our women performing on stage. I don’t recall what the play is about. But our group wins. It is the final play to be had before we ‘graduate’. My group of friends enthusiastically talks about the ceremony as we hurry to the back to greet our ladies.
One by one, each woman in the play emerges from backstage, and each time, a delighted, flushed friend of mine clumsily takes her hand and walks her off to the ceremony. We throw jokes at each of them, and generally receive a rude gesture behind their woman’s back in reply. Eventually I am left. She is not there. With a slight trace of concern I leave for the ceremony first.
The ceremony takes place on a beautiful, seemingly infinitely large balcony, of white and gold tiles. Four steps are taken from the door onto the landing, and then there is nothing above, nothing below but evening sky. And supernatural forces paint the sky; a splash of pink, blue, orange, red, yellow, white and gold in a beautiful, moving combination unlike anything I have ever seen in real life. A sky that only a dream can create.
People are on the balcony, talking, making merry. I walk. All the way to the edge of the balcony. I hear a strain of music that comes from nowhere and everywhere. I wait but expect nothing. I am tempted to turn around. I do. And there she is. I do not remember her face anymore. But she is beautiful. She had prepared herself with a gorgeous combination of clothing and the slightest hint of makeup. At this point in the dream, I feel absolutely in love, but also devastated.
I find myself sitting on the edge of the balcony with her. We don’t say a single word. In fact, I do not say anything at all in this dream. I look straight ahead, and I see an outline of her out of the corner of my eye. I smell something distinct and familiar, although nothing I can remember after the dream; warm, comforting, nostalgic. I then feel her rest the side of her head gently against my arm. I hear her sniff. I look down to see her crying as quietly as she could; tears were flowing without a sob breaking the silence. I am still momentarily, then like second nature, I rest my head on hers, nuzzling the top of her head affectionately against my cheek.
We stay like this for as long as I could let it before the dream progresses. I feel myself waking up. I force my eyes closed to stay. Next moment, I find we are standing, facing each other. The others are behind her, looking confused and questioning. But the only thing in focus is my beautiful lady. She takes a good look at me, as if imprinting my face in her memory, forcing her never to forget my features. She takes a deep breath, and then smiles at me gently. How I know all this without remembering her face, I do not know. I can only say I could feel her smiling more than anything.
I gaze at her tear-stricken yet smiling face, her attempt to compose herself, and I never felt such heartbreak in my life before; it’s not as strong or hard-hitting as it should be. It is a throbbing wave of emotion, both bitter and sweet, smashing against land again and again in rhythm to my heartbeat. Every muscle in my body does not want to wake up. But her smile understands. She realizes she is a dream. And she will not let me stay in a false reality.
She takes my hands and her smile changes. It says goodbye. It says, “It’s alright.”
I’m facing my phone, gripped loosely in my hand. It’s morning.