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Flame of the forest- Part 1

By: bebylon | Posted Apr 16, 2012 | General | 517 Views | (Updated Apr 16, 2012 12:50 PM)

It is after a long time since I have seen that dream again. Dreams are different things it portrays your personality. From personality, I mean which personality you belong, aggressive, pessimistic, and optimistic. Leave these things. This kinds of smile I have never seen before, a smile that possess you just like a sprit. Now I am coming on real story, or a dream that I have seen eighteen years back, when I used to be at the stage of puberty, when these kinds of dreams were quite natural. When a sensible person says, no problem, you are getting young, adolescents.


So, what was in that dream, it was quite old house, with a big courtyard in between, around it were many adjoining rooms, how many I don’t know. A great deal of garbage had accumulated all over the house. How did I came here, and I can not see any exit. This house is abandoned, forgetten, as no one has entered into it for many years. Where I am standing there is a stairs ahead of me, dark, alienated, stairs, stairs must be very small, I observe they are circling above and where they are leading to?. I can see light, a faded sunlight in the beginning of stairs, but then few meters ahead there is no light. And there she stood; just on the section where light meet dark, when good meet bad, when ugliness meets beauty. I am seeing her back only, she must be very fair colored, I can sense. She is not looking at me. I got a curiosity; I want to see her face, how she looks, and her eyes, her smile. Suddenly she turned her head, and for a moment I felt that world has ceased to exist, as million suns brighten in front of me. I felt a sensation, a sensation that someone feel while throwing into the Icy water in the terrible winters. She waved her hand as she was asking me to follow her. I followed her, climed one , two, three stairs, and I look back the stairs behind me are disappearing, there was no way down, and in a instance I woke up from the sleep. It was midnight. It took few minutes for me to just adjust in the reality. And that dream did not come again, and eighteen years passed quickly, as the season pass, and rain fall.


Now eighteen years later ……………………………


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