I had a dream last night that continues from another line that I’d started before. It seems that scoundrels and ruthless boys like to reside in my subconscious…. I never wrote down the first part of this, and I can’t recall too much of it. But he was there and it was pretty much..
He is a boy, a thief. He’s got loose ginger curls, and he draws. At some point during the first dream he’d stolen things from me. This is about all I can remember now… I wish I could have more..
Anyway, in the dream I’ve just had I was walking with some friends, nameless faceless friends. The night goes on like a normal night would, walk around downtown Salem, get some dinner, carry on. And then I go to meet up with Coral at this place. She needed my help or something? Anyway, I go there and it’s sort of in the woods. I apparently walked there so it couldn’t have been too far. It was like a New Hampshire kind of woods, with dried orange pine needles all over the ground like a sharp forest carpet. I walk up to the entrance and and enter, it’s a restaurant? But then somewhere along the lines it warps and is something more like a BJs mixed with a Walgreens on the inside. It’s really strange and I’m walking around, trying to help people get what they need. How have I been recruited into working here?? Gosh. So my night finishes out, or I leave, or whatever. And there’s a child outside, so I sit with them until their parents can collect them.
Now there’s many children, one after another or sometimes in pairs, in a string. I watch the children, Coral gets in her car and goes off, and eventually the last child is collected. Now I walk home.
On my way home the path starts to look like the cobblestone of Essex st. and there’s shops all along the side as I go. I run into a boy, rather.. I see a boy from a small distance and immediately I tense up. I recognize him.. but from where?? For a moment I’ve realized that I’m dreaming, and that I’ve recognized him from another dream. But soon that feeling drifts off and I forget, I suppose. So I’m weary of him and walk by without incident; I’m singular and he seems occupied with a group.
As I walk and begin to relax with a false sense of security suddenly he’s behind he and whispers ‘hello’ into my ear. I jump and wince, swearing under my breath. I can feel him grinning as his hot breath blows against my neck, I frown.
He speaks again. “Your wallet, please?” but I tell him no. He pulls me off into an alley way. But.. it’s more like a side-street? Essex street has hidden side-areas more than alley ways. But this space is tighter than the usual side-streets.
He pushes me against a wall and produces a knife. He asks again. “Your wallet please, miss?” I grunt and shove him, but he holds me there. We scuffle and he slides my bag off my shoulder, making a mock curtsy before absconding. “Thank you M’dear.”
Bastard. I think. and then I would have preferred if it were Joachim, where is Joachim?? But there is no Kim tonight.
I walk to my grandparent’s house now, instead of home. There’s a theme in my dreams of my grandparent’s house being the safest place, apparently. Anyway. I’m walking home and slide my hands into my pocket. My jaw drops slightly as in my pocket is my important cards. There’s my MASS ID, my bank cards, my Charlie card, and my medical card. I’m extra relieved about this since my wallet had just been stolen(in real life) and the money that was in my wallet wasn’t much anyway. So the things that I lost in my bag weren’t honestly that upsetting. A sketchpad which was sad sure but replaceable, and some train fare to get to school. A few other small but equally mundane things were lost.
I begin to grin and hum a bit as I walk down shore ave to my grandparent’s house, standing on the seawall when I’m able. I’m feeling pretty clever right about now, for keeping all my hard to replace things in my pocket.
When I get to my grandparent’s house, I suppose they’re in Vermont for the weekend(?) so I’m there alone. Even the dog isn’t there. Strange, but alright.
So I go into my room there and I flop onto the bed, happy to get some rest.
Next morning I wake up and go into the livingroom. On the couch is my bag……. In it is nothing but my sketchapd. He’s drawn something in it and left a phone number. I wonder how he’s gotten in since everything was locked. So is he a magician too? Or just very clever?? I grunt and stare at the picture a while, mad about what he’s doing. Now I just want him to leave me alone, he can really just keep the train-fare! I don’t need him drawing in EVERY sketchpad he takes! (he’d done it in the first dream too, only we’d been sitting around and he drew on many of my pages, they’re really nice but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a thief.)
My grandparents come back and apparently a hall office(that doesn’t exist in the real world) has been broken into. Nothing was stolen, but someone obviously has been in there and it stresses my grandparents.
I become increasingly annoyed and go to find the still-nameless boy.
I walk down the road and run into him. I grab him by the shoulder and spin him around and then we have a conversation. I unfortunately can’t remember the conversation, but I woke up right after that…
I want to know who he is and why he’s like that? He seems charming enough even though he behaves rudely sometimes. I think he’s only been in the two dreams so far, but I feel like I know more about him. This was a nice break from a pit of nightmares though, since I’ve been having a lot of those lately. Joachim has less dreams to himself but tends to pop up everywhere more-or-less… Even if something is terrible I feel less bad if I see a sign that he’s there. Even if he’s terrible I really enjoy his company.
