|Of Dreaming and Dreamers
Author: Strange.Synchronicity PM
It is said that dreams are the outlet of the subconscious, the place where our true thoughts are revealed. If so, what's really going on in Aedan's mind and what does it mean when his dreams become reality? [slash]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 923 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-07-07 - id: 2345162
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.:On Dreaming and Dreamers:.
I don't really know where I am, there's just...
So much water.
I open my eyes to see where I am.
It's light blue, I can see clear to the bottom. I'm floating in it, my body in what should be a rather uncomfortable c-shape. I attempt to move myself so I can see upwards, but I can't seem to.
I shut my eyes again and float.
I'm quite comfortable.
The water is very warm.
Shouldn't I need to breathe by now?
As soon as the thought hits me, it's no longer a problem, I'm no longer in my water. The warmth is still there, but it's much more. It's brighter too, light is shining through my eyelids nearly invasively.
I open my eyes again and shut them immediately. The water is no longer there to shield my eyes.
'Open your eyes.' I hear whispered into my ear.
I do so to find myself laying on my back in a field of grass. The grass is verdant, healthy, and I can hear the ocean, even though I'm not on a beach. I slowly raised myself into a sitting position, my hands caressing the sea of green beneath me. The grass went on forever, in all directions with a few flowers here and there for a break in the color.
'Look at me.' Comes the whisper again.
I turn my head to the left and see a shape. The object is defintiely human, but my eyes are only focused on the foliage. I will them to focus on the man, but they won't. All I can tell of him is his height and the fact that he too is wearing green, though a shade much lighter than the lush, dark grass beneath me.
'Who are you?' I ask, and my voice is not my own; it's blurred and the words bleed together. I fold my legs under myself, now resting on my knees while still attempting to see the man more clearly.
'That doesn't matter.' He replied. He's speaking now, no longer whispering, and I can hear him clearly. His voice is deep and silky, like melted chocolate. 'I am yours.'
My mind boggled at his reply. The effort I was expending on trying to focus on him was giving me a migraine and I was becoming tired quite quickly.
Then, without warning my eyes snapped into focus on the man, sending my head reeling at the sudden shift. The grass fades into a massive sea of nothing but green, the individual blades totally disappearing into a coloring-book representation of grass.
I can now see him though; his hair is black and straight, average length save for the bangs, which are long and cover one of his eyes. His eyes are the same green as his shirt, light green that makes me think of mints.
I fell into the warmth of those eyes for a few seconds before I began to understand what he said.
'Mine? I don't understand...where are we? What's happening?' I asked, the confusion in my mind worsening and worsening.
He started walking towards me, completely shadowing over my sitting body with his intimidating height. Despite this intimidation factor, his eyes were still as warm as before, locking onto mine and delivering some comfort to me. He reached down and his hand trailed through my hair lightly, stopping to rest on the side of my face.
'Rest now.' He ordered me. His intonation hadn't changed from his mere declarations before, but there was a vein of iron in his command.
'You will understand later. For now, sleep. Remember though: Love waits...'
'What? I don't get it...love...waits?' I attempted to understand what he said, but as my eyes lost focus on everything but his eyes, as everything began to fade into darkness save for those two points of light green, I found myself unable to think of anything at all. His eyes were all that was left of my world, the warmth of the water and the endless sea of greenery had folded down into these two points.
And then I woke up.
A/n: I'm not dead!! (party!)
I'm just graduating from High School. (STRESSSSSSS)
I've been accepted to college, I'm attending Jacksonville State University this coming fall.
Now I'm just trying to pay for it.
Winterguard is now over. (saaaaad, but I have more time)
And pass my current Pre-Calculus class so I can graduate.
Because I don't do my work.
I'm such a rebel
I'm hoping this fic works out well, because I really am going to finish it --I SWEAR-- because I actually happen to have a plan for it and I genuinely enjoy it.
I hope this chapter made sense, and if it didn't I promise it will later.
The chapter titles are all songs that inspired me to write, and this one is absolutely GORGEOUS and it's by Sigur Ros. It means Extension...I think. It's also called Untitled 3 and it's from their album ( )
(ending the shameless plug for amazing song of this chapter)
Enjoy and don't forget to review.
Pleeeeease don't kill me for my lackage of writing or for my grammatical/verb tense errors, because I know...believe me, I know