I was chasing someone. My head kept saying "hurry, hurry, HURRY!" as I tried to keep up. I hit an unusually tall fire hydrant, half-running, half-sprinting. All I did was keep my eyes on that person who was moving away from me.. FAST.
Then I enter a store, probably a liquor store, with crates of wine bottles/ liquor bottles around us. I called out, "Hey." The person turns around and says hey back, holding two wine glasses with one hand, and a bottle in the other. Smiled. I asked why the person was moving so fast, gave me another smile. Poured wine and handed me one of the glasses.
And said...
"It wouldn't be called chasing if I didn't make you run. And I was trying to get away from you, but you moved faster. I gave up, I thought to myself, Hey, maybe this one really isn't going to walk away. Or maybe I just got tired of running away, without really trying. Ha! You're here, I'm here. That's what matters."
I swear I remembered the whole conversation when I had a flashback again. I was struck dumb as it played in my head. I was thinking earlier about that part, but I didn't remember the conversation yet at that time. That person never looked back at me and said it. So, I was thinking.. Maybe I should've left the question unanswered, because I certainly did not like the answer I was given..
Then, when I fell asleep for a bit, I felt the sense of urgency again. Opened my eyes, saw the scene again, this time, with the conversation. Answers for my heart.
As always, my dreams tell me what's in my heart, and what I should do. Never failed. My subconscious telling me something whenever the situation arises, mostly before. I am content with what I remember. I have the answers, still the same answers to the questions. It never changed. And for that, I am glad to have that answer, instead of just the question. Because I am sure that I am where I want to be, no matter what happens.


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