Dreaming and Lying

CHAPTER:

Dreaming and Lying

  At first, there is just a flicker. The flicker vibrates your muscles and you know you are unconscious within the next minute.

  People scream. I don't know what's happening. Am I hallucinating? Again? That terrible memory. I can hear clocks ticking, this sound can drive me crazy. I am not alone, but I'm too scared to move, too scared to open my eyes. I can feel someone's breath next to my shoulder. Shit! 

-Well, hello there!

A creepy voice said. It sounded so old and twisted, with a perfect brittish accent. When did I start dreaming in english? 

-Who are you?

I could really feel that grin radiating through my bones.

-Won't you open your eyes?

Now I was seriously starting to feel that I'm going nuts! But am I mad? Can someone know that he goes mad? The whole thing is so bizzare. I feel that I can recognise my minds reference: Alice, Alice in Wonderland.

I bet that that's what it is.

   I found the courage to open my eyes, not waking up, just to take a sneak preview of my dream. It was a round room, no corners. Marble from top to bottom with some Greek-styled columns serving in a not particular way, just scattered. As I was looking around me, colors were becoming more saturated second by second. It was driving me dizzy so quickly, it almost hurt. I sat on my knees and covered my face with my hands. Eyes closed once more. That voice again:

-Can you even survive in your own memories? This place is a mess! What have you done.

He said that last one rhetoricaly, I supposed. 

-I've told no one! I screamed.

-Well I can see that you are starting to forget. What are you trying to do?

I somehow knew what he was referring to, maybe because it was my own mind speaking to me, or something like that.

-I want to escape my past. 

I said almost ready to cry.

-You will never be able to escape it!

I didn't answer at that. I was starting to feel my jeans soaking. I remembered reading somewhere that feeling a part of your body wet in your dreams could wake you up, but I guess it was bullshit. I started at that silence, and felt that something was touching my temple. I slowly turned my head and for just a moment I took a gleam of his eyes. A mad man with a white cape full of belts and waistbands hanging from his clothes. His hair was weak, you could really tell that he was starting to go bald. Huge black circles under his eyes and an unearthly grin that could petrify anyone in terror. Then he shoot and everything was black.

   For a moment I thought that I was dead.

-Pete wake up! 

I woke up to see my friends smiling and laughing at me. I overslept. I smiled with them and said I'm sorry. I never told them any of my dreams, because if they knew what I saw, then they would maybe ask me questions that I don't want to answer and I never lie in my life, so I just leave it every time. My friends ask me sometimes if I am having dreams. I always answer them with a "seldom" and that's it. One of my biggest lies.

-Pete M. Yangin
    for the Looking Glass project