25 July 2012
@Georgiastar
The light of a candle is important. Especially now in 1876.
To most people it is used as light to read or write or just to see with.
I use mine to ward off sleep.
Im 17 and I dream of the future. When I was 5 I had the first dream. I remember them all as clear as day.
When I was 5 I had a dream that my grandmother would die of cancer. In the background the calendar said April 17th 1854 when her heart stopped.
It came true. Excactly right Just like every other one came true.
That my grandfather hung himself exactly a month and 15 days after my grandma passed on.
That we would lose our dog.
Some were happy though.
Like my mom having my twin brother and sister.
Or me meeting my boyfriend.
And the best of all that I would get pregnant and I'd get married.
And it happened. I have a baby boy and a loving husband, called Johnny.
But lately I've been having a reccuring dream. A nightmare.
In it my family is asleep. All of us. Then someone creeps in the house. He goes to my parents room.
Then my brothers.
Then my sisters.
Then he goes into my baby boys room.
Then he goes towards my room. I wake up and he hears me and hides.
I go to the kitchen for a drink. But I don't hear any sounds.
That's the problem. No snoring.
In my dream I go check all the rooms.
As I enter each room a new scream erupts from me.
My parents each with a knife in their heart.
My brother face down in his sink.
My sister hanging from the ceiling fan.
My baby boy......... Lying in his cot, with his head on top of his chest. Then I go back into my room and Johnny is there. Standing with a candle.
Johnny who said he was away on a business trip.
Johnny who is the murderer.
In my dream the calendar says Septemer 6th already turned to the day that I will never see.
Then I watch the candle in silence, the weapon that will murder me. It smashes into my head.
Then it all goes black and I wake up.
That dream has been coming in my sleep for the past month.
And today is September 5th. Tommorow the 6th.
Eventually I fall asleep. My candle burned out and my eyes shut I don't dream. Then I wake up and forget everything.
Then I go for a drink of water.
And the candle on the table which is burned out is picked up by a hand just like Johnny's. .........
(Sorry it went off track but I just found it so tempting !!)
A Burned Out Candle. • Opuss № I