Ivy

Ivy's opinions, part II
2002-06-27 20:40:06 (UTC)

Dream II

Last night, the dream that came was disturbing. I was
walking down a wide hall with marble floors. There were
white pillars towering on both sides. The room stretched
as far as my eyes could see with doors evenly spaced
everywhere. The furniture was opulent, reminiscent of
Louie XVI, gilded in gold, intricate in design and
elaborately extravagant. I proceeded quietly as I did not
want to disturb the beauty and the silence, when I heard
small footsteps running far away. I stepped faster,
matching the increasing beat in my heart when I saw her.
She was devastatingly beautiful and small. Tender brown
curls framed her pale, impish face, a Filipino cherub in a
white and cream party dress She stared at me, half numb and
accepting. I vaguely remember her father. He was white
with a stern, clean-cut face, middle aged and hard. By the
way she trembled, I smelled her fear reeking through out
the room.

The rest of the dream melted into each other. I ran away
from him. He looked maniacal and dead. I tried to hide but
he knew all the nooks and crevices in this house. From room
to room I ran until the rooms all swayed together.

At the end of the dream, we kidnapped her, my two, male
accomplices and I, to take her away from that him and that
house. As I carried her to the car, I saw her; I mean
really saw her for the first time and I wanted to take her
tribulations away. She was so innocent and impervious to
her own trials. It’s almost as if I’ve known her all my
life. As I cradled her in my lap, one of the men told me
he was staying to enjoy the scenery. The car drove it self
and the other man informed me that the car is being
controlled from the house by the man who just left because
he needed transportation while he is enjoying himself
here. In dream, I thought I was going home. I just now
realized that maybe I might have been headed somewhere else.

© Ivy Peñaredondo July 2002




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