Sharon stood in the school halls dazing into her school locker dazing at an upright maths book, her hand grasping it from its binder, her eyes fixed on the geometric patterns covering the front of the book, but her body frozen in thought. Her mind was transported to the weird place it had been as she slept the previous night as she slept.
In her dream she had watched what seemed to be a medieval battle, not as a person but as if it was a film, she would fly over it and then go in close and seem to be standing right beside the massacre but with no attention paid to her. No attention paid at least until the end of the battle. One side, the side she kind of wanted to win for some reason, knelt down and started chanting in her direction, “dara?” or maybe “Darius?”, she couldn’t really make it out, as they began chanting suddenly her point of view changed, the motion all but stopped. They all knelt in a giant semi-circle with her at the center and she just slowly rose to the sky, flying, and as she rose a light coming from top of her vision started blinding her, the light was accompanied by a screeching sound which kept getting worse with the light. It ended with the light turning into pure blackness and the screeching escalating into a thunderous crash.
It woke her up in shock but as she fell back into sleep these kind of visions of wars and fights and rituals kept recurring. Dreams are weird but it was the vividness and the complete randomness of it that is stopping her from letting it slip. Normally her dreams had some people she knew from real life in it and were centered on stuff that she knew about. Barbarians bashing each other’s skulls out and then calling her “Da-rr—somin” was just well beyond even dream weird, especially since it seemed to be the only show that was being played on the dream theater.
Suddenly she received a sharp pain in the ear, “ah!” she turned her head slightly until a green and white sports jacket started entering her peripheral vision “AAaahhHHWWWWehh.. thank you DARLING!” she acted, nonchalantly returning her attention to the book. The Flick to the ear had come from Andrew, her boyfriend. Andrew put his head forward and looked into the locker,
“Calculus? Yeah it makes me depressed to” he said sardonically, kissing her on the temple as he was pulling his head back,
“No it just reminded me of something” she replied whilst still failing to give him the attention he thought he deserved. Not even really acknowledging the kiss.
“Everything ok with you?”, “classes, cheering, family… me?... or well us? What’s the matter babe?” His tone sharply changes to sympathetic, trying to get her to open up.
“Didn’t sleep well last night, when I am tired I get like this” She had ditched the dream for now
“When you don’t sleep well you catch the T virus?”
“What?”
“You were a zombie! I walked all the way down the hall, it’s like a mile long, waving my arms and shouting your name as if I was drowning and you just stood there drooling”
“I wasn’t drooling!” wiping her lips just in case “I wasn’t drooling!
“just kidding, but you might as well have been” he grabbed her book from the locker and slowly moved it down into her hands while saying in a hushed patronizing voice “we need to go or we are going to be late”
“for what?”
“Maaaaaattttthhh” Pointing at the book in a very exasperated tone, although still patronizing and getting some humor out of how airheaded his girlfriend was this morning
“I was just back from... oh Christ I just got here; it isn’t even 8:30 yet!” She said moaning, evidently really frustrated with herself but at least moving back into the land of the living.
She held her book with both hands close to her, put on a frown and gently fell onto Andrew's shoulder. Andrew, an expert by now, leaned back against her, put his arm around her back, clutching onto her arm on the far side, wrested his cheek on the top of her head whilst pulling her in tight, all in a very automaton simultaneous manner. He then slowly guided her down the halls.
“Don’t worry about it; it happens to everyone now and again. Just strange seeing it happening to you, you’re typically very aware. Did you eat something this morning?”
“Yeah think so”
Think so?” he worriedly said
“Yeah, yeah I did, it was just last night
“what happened?”
“Fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep, wake up.. was lucky if I got in 20minutes straight” She didn’t care to mention the dreams that kept waking her up. Andrew would just see it as something to poke fun of and she would be embarrassed to try and explain what they were like with the seriousness she felt they warranted.
“I hate when that happens, are you sick then?”
“not at all, well not that I know of”
“if it happens tonight you should get it checked out” Andrew let the epiphany that hit his head spread all over his face. “Probably will happen tonight?”
She seen a stupid baby like grin cross his face, “Why?” she said sternly
“You, me, up all night, tonight?” proud of himself he nodded his forehead in her direction, as if to throw the ball over the net, hoping on a rebound.
“no not all night, school again tomorrow, but definitely some of tonight. My place again, dad still not back for like a week, at least” She seemed far less gloomy now. “I will definitely be free from 7:00 onwards”
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