RunAway Stranger

Dream Ended at 9:00am Monday 21st July 2014

I was at my sister’s flat; my whole family (cousins included) were there too. I think we were all staying there, though her flat is tiny and in reality none of us would really stay over – especially not all at once. Now I should mention that having a large group of people around me, makes me feel socially anxious and its times like that where I need to escape, even in my dreams. So in my dreams, frantic for escape, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door before anyone could take notice. I didn’t have to run far, just up to the top flat and sit there in the darkness of night whilst passersby gave me odd stares. I recall being quite frightened but not as frightened as going back as I could now here my family going crazy in attempts to find me, I knew I’d be in trouble if I went back now. So I sat there, alone, in the dark. People continued to pass me by until they came…

There were two strangers; both boys; about my age, one was blonde, I remember him because he was the one that approached me in the dream. He came up to me friendly, making idle conversation, asking me why I was alone and if I was okay. We spoke for a bit before he asked me if I wanted to play volley ball with him and his friends in the local school. I nodded because it was better than being found here.

Don’t ask me why there was a school open at such a time. Dreams don’t make sense. But I’ll tell you something, that volley ball game was hell’a fun! It was in this large court in the school, we met a female friend of his and when I first played, I was awful. I got better at the end and we were having so much fun, we were in stitches of laughter… then I heard my mother’s voice, she was informing the people there that I had gone missing and was sobbing. Strangely enough… I felt really apathetic about the whole situation. I bit my tongue and told my new friends I had to leave. They decided they’d leave with me too, so we snuck out.

Everyone went home, all except blondy. He walked with me for a while inquiring about how I’d get home and why I was so desperate to leave so quickly, so I told him that I ran away and he didn’t say anything at first. I felt ashamed to be honest, like he was judging me. Then suddenly, he asked why I ran away, I ended up confessing everything about my past. Even the gory details. We were holding hands by the end of it… I remember thinking about how my hands must’ve felt like to him in the dream.

And somehow he ended up dropping me home through the back door (because flats have backs doors apparently? Dream logic!) He left before, almost leaning in on me, almost grazing his lips on mine. Then killing me by settling for a simple goodbye. God. That was painful. I woke up when a family member walked in just after he had left.



Now I know what you’re thinking – no I’m not planning to run away, and quite frankly, talking to strangers is probably the most terrifying thing to do when you’re alone and it’s bloody 12am! I’d do neither of those things especially not follow some boy to a place I’ve never been myself: volley ball or not; my age or not! I love my family and I know I’m very blessed! I don’t really think this dream meant anything, it was just really early and I had one too many chocolate bars the night before.

Though… I admit, I do wish I had someone to talk to, someone to escape with, only temporarily though. Yet this dream, despite the fact that I was in a bad place at the beginning, was a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. I wanted to wake up in that dream to a new day and find him, and play another sport with blondy and his friend! But instead I woke up to reality, which isn’t that bad, but isn’t as good as him though.

Sometimes, I prefer nightmares, because when you wake up from them, you feel relived. Whereas with dreams you wake up with the desire to go back to place you can’t….


I hope this stranger exist somewhere. I hope he’ll find me like he did in my dreams.



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