Suffix: to harm.
I just woke up from a nightmare. This isn't the first time I've seen it. Thought I'd write it down so the rich, tangible imagery can stay with me so I could delve in thought or perhaps so it can finally leave me.
It starts of with me at my old haus. The little tiny shack of a home that breathed so much warmth and life. 9116 De Adalena was its address, I believe. I am there, in my present, matured 20 year old form. I appear to be getting things from my car, struggling since my lack of a remote makes it hard to get around to all areas of the car (the dreams update too, i suppose. just recently lost my remote and have been having to do shit manually). It's 4:30 AM and a suspicious man walks by. Cloaked in a dirty, baggy red and grey letterman looking sweater he passes with no indication of harm. Just uneasiness. I for some reason am not afraid because the vibe he emits is not strong enough to cause worry.
Fast forward. I am on the tiny patch of grass that is the front house's yard, returning to my car as I see the man walk so softly that it appears hes floating, toward the little warm, lively shack in the back of the front house. He appears to float but there still is a heavy foot to his movement.
I stop going to the car and proceed to where I was: the side of the front house that has a direct view of my little shack. There are fences here that are convenient for me to crouch down and quickly tap into my animalistic senses and decide what to do. My body goes low on the floor, hands on the ground. Shoulders perked high, head low. I feel like an animal. I feel myself going into danger mode.
The mysterious figure enters my house. The thrashing of its insides makes me cringe. My heart stops. For some reason I myself don't know if there even is anyone inside. Maybe no one was home just yet. Maybe they were in the front house. Whatever the case was, I ran for it. Down the street I charged with every neuron of energy I had in me. Figures in a nightmare situations wouldn't be in your favor; it seemed as if no one was on the street to help. Inside or outside of their homes.
Suddenly, I am driving and the day is beginning to rouse from its slumber. Peering at the grey, post-rain seeming skies, I take my cell phone and frantically call my mom. She picks up. Moaning with cries. I try to scream, "Mom!" but to my luck my voice is faint, almost non-existent. "There's a man in the house. He's going to--" More thrashing. At this point I am feeling emotions surge through my body that I never experienced before. Then, my Mother speaks, "It's okay, Kevin. We're fine. You're Dad and I are just at BoA getting some cash out." Without thinking I hang up and move on to my next call, my sister.
Of course it goes straight to voicemail. I call again. Nothing.
// The dream goes on for quite some time but it's too piecey to try and detail. This is the richest, most memorable and I've definitely had it more than once. //
Kevin G. Ma
