The Dream

I started writing this at 11pm, it's 5:16am and I'm tired... Don't be too harsh haha. Btw, I need corrections on somethings (especially the latin, I'm not 100% sure it's right so let me know!)

"Get off the phone already!" Her friend teased her.

"I gotta go, the bitch is bothering me haha! Bye! I love you too... yeah, I know... I miss you too, I'll see you soon? Mkay, bye."

"So you llloooooove him huh?" Her friend smiled teasingly.

"Oh shut up! Ooo, heard your fatass tripped yesterday!"

"NUH-UH! Okay yeah..."

Fits of giggles rose and subsided. Her friend looked at her with gentle eyes, "WHICHHHhh reminds me... How's your mother doing? I heard about car accident."

Smiling, "she's fine... bruises and scratches here and there but she's alright, she's home now! That's the good part."

"Great, she can make me some cake so I can get over my pain."

"Fatass bitch!"

As the fit of laughter subsided the night continued and bloomed when the lights turned off. Her lover a thousand miles away with only a thin invisible line binding the two. She smiled lightly, the moonlight pushing through the leaves and dancing in the room. She smiled at her sleeping friend and dozed off herself.

The world shook and faded but there she stood before a new ivory stone cathedral, her pajama bottoms whipped her skin as the wind continued to flutter by her; her perfect fit baby blue tank top held on for dear life. The clear violence of the crystal blue sky showed bright overhead, but the barely waking ground was calm before her. She could feel the sands of time gently sifting beneath her; the grains lightly dancing across her feet. With the violence of the wind and her hair blowing in her face she stared unblinkingly as the cathedral rose at a threatening height over her; cracks appeared, the shadows expanded and the cathedral aged quickly. Towering before her it agitated her eyes; aged and in contrast against the white sand. She feared the possibilities of what were inside.

The haunting site of the cathedral frightened her as the chill of death seemed to wash over her. She woke with a start and rolled onto her side, the moon still hiding behind the quivering leaves. She heard the sweet voice of a song sparrow ringing in the night. Thinking it odd at all to hear a bird at 2:13am she fell back asleep.

Still before the cathedral fearing what was inside she stepped forward in the dream, with no idea what was going on, her only clues, small etchings on the back of her hands, barely visible in the light. The glow on her hands gleamed momentarily then dissipated as she walked through the doors. She felt the chilling cold stones of the cathedral run up her feet and spine but shook it off and continued on, though the area was gently blanketed in shadow. She walked toward the podium, the benches stretching beside her. She could hear the sand dancing outside, their touch on stone echoed softly inside. Still walking she looked around, shadowed ivory white granite statues of heroes and dry peeling paintings of angels hung on the walls. She looked forward again not noticing everything following her like the eyes of the Mona Lisa.

She ran her hand gently across the dusty benches as she walked by, disturbed the dust ran across each bench as if they were never there, the shadows cleared off the statues, and the painting came alive with color, but she notices nothing.

A few feet ahead the podium stands before her. Indication of time was clear, the podium was coated with dust, years of it weighing down the webs. Behind the podium light was consumed by the shadow the walls gave. She made out a rectangular object behind the podium and feared the worst, the thoughts of death and the jittery feeling she got from the webs woke her.

This time her friend was awake as well, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just a weird dream."

"It's nothing you can't handle is it? Sometimes life's a dream."

Her friend comforted her and got her to smile and laugh. Even after her friend went too sleep she sat there thinking about the darkness behind the podium. Shaking off the cold needles that stabbed at her she whispered, "I'm glad she's here" and fell asleep once again.

She walked up the steps her eyes fixed on the podium and a dust drenched book she couldn't see before. Behind the podium she flipped through the book, the dust flying off as the pages fell, The podium cleared and the lacquer on the cherry oak podium was now evident. She heard laughter and cheering and looked up into the brightened church. The dust danced down forming people, she recognized her mother sitting there with her sister and smiled, the lines began to glow unnoticed.

She ran down the steps calling out to her mom with a light heart, no answer, more chattering and people appeared as the dust finished falling filling the benches. She recognized most of them as family and friends. Turning around she spots only one person sitting on the other side facing the podium.

"Surprised?"

Walking towards the hooded person cautiously, she still hears chattering around her like the constant pattering of rain.

"What is this place?"

The person's attention still fixed, "the wedding day, look ahead".

Looking up she stood still, her smile came back. A figure stood on the left, the white empire styled gown caressed the figure perfectly, the white 'blush veil' still down. Across from her figure, stood a man, she recognized him as her boyfriend, a little older, more gentle looking. The shadows from behind the podium receded revealing a large statue of an angel kneeling on a raised platform, the wings outstretched, tips reaching towards the front of the cathedral. Arching over it was vine covered trellis.

Her smile widened and her cheeks blushed, a surge of excitement rushed through her, only to notice the fiance was shaking nervously. The figure moved her hand up and held his face, his shaking stopped.

She smiled and felt her heart skip a beat, she walked forward and stood at the bottom of the steps looking slightly up at the couple. With the hand still on his face he closed his eyes and leaned his head into it raising his hand to hold her hand closer to him. Opening his eyes he raised both hands to lift the veil. To her, time slowed down in anticipation, the higher the veil was raised the faster her sank as tears of joy ran down her friend's face. As the kiss came the trellis collapsed as did the wings, a surge of dust rose, the people faded and the shadows rushed past her. As the last shadow came in place, the hooded person turned to her fading, "your hands".

Looking at her hands she could only read the left, 'somnium planto res', drops of rain running from the windows fell down her face and exploded on her hands. She could see the glow becoming brighter till she woke. The thin line stretching the distances shivered and the lover felt it, only to roll over restlessly, his body tense, his mind inspired with nightmares.

She looked out the window the sun beginning to rise for the new day, she turned around only to see her friend looking at her tired and worried.

"You took latin didn't you?"

Her friend yawned and rubbed her eyes, "yeah..."

"What's 'somnium planto res' mean?"

"dreams set in place occurrence", her friend looked at her tired and flopped back on her bed and went back to sleep.

Angry and bitter she hid her feelings. As the years passed she changed, the trust between her and the world fell through. He left her side and left her to drown in her anger and bitterness. Her friends stayed by, the lines fluctuating violently. The dream had consumed her mind, it kept recurring, it ended the same way each time.

52 and level-headed the dream happened again, this time the hooded figure lowered her hood. It was herself, she didn't understand. The tears were still raining and welling up in her eyes. The figure looked at her gently and said, "your hands", she read the words that were etched into her hands. "Somnium planto res" one the left, "vos imperium res" on the right.

"Do you know what it means darling child?"

"n-oo-no"

"You're old enough to understand 'life's a dream.'"

"Th-a-that's wha-t-t, she t-tol-d mh-me..."

"And?" Her counterpart smiled gently.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, "dre-ams s-set in puh-place occ-occurrence."

"You're forgetting the right hand now aren't you?" Her double held her right hand gently and read, "Vos imperium res, it means 'You rule over occurrences.' In the end darling child, life is what you make of it, what you create it to be. The cathedral is your sanctuary, your safe place. The statues your friends, the paintings, your life's work, the angel, yourself. Protect the ties you hold precious, the wife your best friend, the boy... boys are boys, get a man. The point is the ties you have are precious... hold onto them."

Her tears and crying began to stop, but still it left a small puddle on the bench, it showed the cherry oak, the figure began to fade for the last time, but as she did she tapped the puddle expanding it. The puddle rushed across the bench to the ground and across her surroundings. Her resentment lifted with the epiphany and she truly woke. It was 6:12 and her friend laid sprawled on the bed drooling on her pillow.

She sniffled a little and rubbed her eyes, "that's just gross... ugh bitch."

References:

I had this in mind when I was thinking about the dress -_-:
http://www.weddingsolutions.com/fashion_and_beauty/Dress_Styles_Empire.html
A cross between:
http://nimrodel.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/wedding-dress-for-petite-women.jpg
(style, length)
http://www.thebridalshop.com/maggiesottero/images/S793.jpg
(color, ribbon)
http://www.weddingsolutions.com/fashion_and_beauty/Dress_Veils_Blusher.html

I kinda want to draw all that now hahaha.

I feel f-n girly now... I'm gonna go lift some weights and burn this story from my mind.