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Dream-Running ___2000-12-21 - 17:18:20

I had a dream this morning.

I always dream right before I wake up. Hn. It seems the Universe wants me to never finish a dream. But maybe it's a good thing that this one didn't end.

The beginning is lost in my sleeping mind and the end is . . . somewhere else. But the beginning of the end, that's the easy part.

I remember being in a school.

It was kind of like mine, but more like a big/fancy university.

I am in my gym clothes, (a gray t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes), carrying a gym bag with my other clothes, and running.

The great curved entrance hall is empty as I run, at full speed, parallel to the doors at my left.

I'm moving so fast, now, that I'm flying.

The sound of my shoes on the marbled floor is muffled by the fevered beating of my heart and the wind that is my breath.

I had to go faster.

And that's when I saw him.

Oh, sure, I could tell there were people ahead on my right.

At least three of them stood there, facing my direction.

They made a triangle where they stood, one closer and each one slightly further back.

And the second one . . . that's the one I saw first.

Slightly apart from the others, he stood closer to my flight path clothed in either grey or light blue.

I knew I shouldn't look.

I was focused, furious, and fast as I've never been before on Earth.

And they were out of the way, uninteresting.

Besides, what people think of me, running through the halls, is not important.

But, as the Universe would have it be, I did the stupid thing.

I looked up.

It was HIM . . .

That dark hair falling towards his even darker eyes . . .

His skin, always so perfect . . .

That face, so familiar . . .

And those lips . . . how I wish-

My feet slowed, suddenly, finding friction with the smoothe surface beneath.

My arms went flailing, in a weak attempt to change my body's inertia to that of my feet.

That, of course, failed miserably.

And soon I was falling, falling to the floor.

I landed on my hands and knees, knocking my breath from me.

And that's when I heard it.

Laughter.

PAUL!

Oh, Destiny, how could you make me do this AGAIN?

They were laughing . . . HE was laughing.

How could I make the same mistake?

Why couldn't I just keep going?

Why did I have to look?

Why did I have to look for HIM!? For PAUL!?

Confusion, hurt, and anger were growing inside me.

Swirling in a great cloud of three meeting one, the storm began in one flash.

And in one flash, I let my other defense fall.

I spoke to him.

No, I yelled AT him.

"Fuck you!" I cried.

The hurtful sound paused and someone took in a started breath.

"Yeah, that's right! Fuck you, you bitter asshole!"

Paul was doing this out of spite, as he had always done.

Why wouldn't he just let it go?

"BITTER?" One of them said.

I looked up and saw the third of them, leaning up against the curved wall nonshalantly, and I realized I didnot know him.

I brushed off my hands, stood, and started walking.

"Yeah, that's right, BITTER."

Somehow, as I always knew, I knew he was following me.

That's my curse.

I can feel his presence, approach, and assessing eyes.

I can feel HIM.

My pace quickened.

They were following me.

I needed to get away.'

I met a vertable stampede of students.

Maybe there was hope yet.

If I could lose them in the crowd, then I could go to a place[locker room] and put on differnt clothes[my regular stuff] to confuse them.

As I began my disappearing act, I let myself look, one last time, over my shoulder.

Sure enough, they were coming.

And he, the stubborn bull, was leading them.

One of my other talents, lies in the mastery of the crowded, fast paced arts.

Gracefully, I dance effortlessly through the crowd, for once greatful that I'm surrounded by giants such as him.

Whenever I look back, I can see him, but he can't see ME.

I'm concentrating so hard that I forget to look where I'm going.

Stairs.

Yes, people are going down the compact, twisting, dark, crowded stairs.

And I follow.

Twisting and turning.

Downward and downward still.

I look up.

Somehow, I see them begin their descent down the crowded metal/wood hybid staircase.

They're too close, I need to go faster.

Infront of me, a person[Clay] slides down the slick innertrack handrail.

That's smart.

Unnoticed to him, I follow.

I slide down, reach the end of the rail, grab onto the metal support running inbetween all the stairs, swing around, and slide down the next rail.

It's quick, albeit unsafe and likely to catch attention, and it's getting me away from HIM.

But somehow, no one, including my persuers, notices or cares.

Just one rail left!

I slide down the longer rail, preparing my feet to begin moving as soon as they hit the ground.

Contact!

A wall of glass appears, showing the green outside world, as the crowd turns a corner.

I'm downstairs.

This isn't where I want to be. [in relation to the locker room]

I look up and back.

They're coming down the stairs.

Though they have the high ground advantage, their backs are to me.

I move to the opposite brick wall and shrink as much as possible, hoping to find some camoflage in the packed hall and the staircases shadow.

"Why are we chasing after this girl, anyway?"

It was the other voice, the unrecognizable one, and he was right behind me.

My body tensed.

I must not move.

I must not BREATHE.

I turned to watch the coninuing crowd.

The three are in the mix, still looking.

They did not see me.

Relieved, I sigh.

But I knew that my diversion could soon be found out.

Looking back, I see the upward staircase.

I run to it and freedom.

As I reach the next floor, I stop.

I'm safe.

But a thought occurs to me.

Uncertainty powering my heart, I run away at full speed.

This time, I don't look back.

Oooohh!!!! Pretty weird, ne? ^_^

Not that THAT surprises me.

I ALWAYS have weird dreams.

Hm, maybe not ALWAYS . . .

Well, they're always weird dreams when PAUL's in them! ^_~

-- Duo no Tsuin