The Reflection of a Nightmare
I awoke one morning in a cold sweat followed by a terrible fright! During the night I was exposed to the worst torture that not even Satan himself could endure! It wasn’t my loved ones being killed, it wasn’t all of Lucifer’s demons taking over my home, and it wasn’t even my worst fear, being alone. No, it was none of these things, but in fact, much worse! All of these things combined being thrown upon me at once still could not prepare me for what I had experienced in my dream. So what was it that I saw that was so awful? I saw you crying. I saw you crying there, in your room, covered up in your favorite blanket. The tears ran from your eyes like a criminal trying to escape from the police. You tried to fight them off, but you could not resist. What was it that was so terrible that would make someone so special to me cry? You do not deserve such treatment! Why couldn’t it have been me! Such a perfect and precious deity should never endure such pain! And as I sat there helpless, watching your tears invade your soul like an army of ants seizing the territory over a bee hive with more control than Adolph Hitler, I could only dream and wish that I could be there to comfort you. If only I could hold you, to have you use my shoulder to cry on, just to even speak to you, I knew that I could at least make it a little better. But no! It could not be done no matter how hard I tried. It was then that I began to profusely swear cold beads of sheer terror from my forehead. Within moments, my head was surrounded in a pool of this accumulated dreadedness. And just as I was waking up, I saw you holding two objects in your hand. I thought to myself, “What were they!? These things that she possessed in her hands were the sole cause of her grief! I must dream this dream again, and utterly destroy them! My princess shall never again cry from these terrible things! Only then will she be happy again, free of distress and full of love like I had once known her.” So that night after my prayers, I fell quickly asleep, prepared for the battle of Armaggedon. After hours of sleeping, the vision again stood before me. But to make my battle even more difficult, I heard you cry softly, “Oh, my sweetheart, if only you could be here right now......” With those tears still falling, and now a voice filled with despair, I could take no more. As I ran swiftly to the bed like a thief, I could tell that you hadn’t noticed me. I then turned my head to see what you were holding and........ It was a picture of me and all of the letters that I had ever written you. My heart could only whimper and skip two full beats when I saw these items that you were holding in your precious hands. How fortunate I was that I alone had someone who truly loved me. Your tears weren’t of grief or neglect. They were tears of happiness, love, and compassion. Your love wasn’t a hoax. It was as strong and real as God’s own love. After this revelation that was given onto me, you noticed me standing in awe, unable to speak. To comfort me instead and to further show your affection, you slowly clasped your hands with mine. Apparently my materialization had worn off, unlike our love for each other. You slowly pulled me closer to you, implying me to sit down. Obeying your unspoken words and trusting your judgment, I seated myself next to you and embraced my arms firmly around you as if we had been separated for a lifetime. And just as if I thought nothing could get any better, you looked deeply into my eyes with all of your heart, and tenderly kissed my lips. For that moment, I was surrounded with a white light of purity, and angels began to sing in our ears. I was then experiencing the same love that I saw you show in my dream. With my eyes no longer fighting back, I too began to cry. After this brief treasure from heaven expired, you laid your head on my chest as if it were a soft, man-made pillow, and fell asleep soundly. That morning I woke up from the most precious dream I had ever experienced. I began to playback every moment that I had witnessed, fearful of forgetting any detail. I was about to get up,....... but what’s this!!! Tears were still in your eyes, and you were still resting upon me! I was certain that I was awake! And in fact, I was! In your sleep, I softly played with your hair and wondered of all of the things that we could do now that we had finally been united together. Not only did my dream come true, but the rest of our dreams were only beginning.........
The End.

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