thearcanecircle

Tonight driving back from Silverdale I was reminded of a dream I one had. The air was cool and clammy. The rain made the ground shimmer but not with enough light to allow you to actually see anything.

I was running. I was running faster then my legs could ever imagine they could carry me. The street was long and dark and the only light came from the dim porch lights of someone else's sanctuary. Behind me the shadows stalked. Grim reminders that there would always be someone there behind me to let me know I was not good enough or fast enough. From time to time during this sprint to nowhere I would catch a glimpse of a glowing set of eyes behind me. Chasing me. The storm swirled around me. A flash of lightning and I woke up in a cold sweat.

I never could figure out why I had such a dream as a kid. I only know the feelings that I woke up with. I new that for weeks at a time I was afraid to go sleep. Anyways oddly enough that is why I love the rain and storms. They always seem to remind me of my past. Weather it be good, or in this case frightining. I never want to forget where I came from. Most the time I like who I am these days and i firmly belive that my past made me this way. So I cherish every time that I remember something from years ago. It lets me know that I did come from somewhere. It gives me something to push off of when times are hard. Fear not, I am okay. Its just that the rain gets me thinking somedays. And today it just happened to spark a less the happy memory.

-roguemind