Once Upon A Dream (Part 2)

                       





                         After I completed Once Upon A Dream Part 1, I decided to continue on with a Part 2, just to keep my writing up to date, and to keep everyone from forgetting about my first little story.:)

                             I'm exciting to continue the story of a young girl who dreams of another life where she had the same true love, it's fun to write, and I feel as if there are plenty of readers out there who will enjoy my stories.

Who knows, maybe one day I'll turn it into a whole book ;)                                    

 Enjoy!





                                                         Once Upon A Dream
                                                                       

                                                       Part 2




    It was that later that night when suddenly the dream drastically changed, it was almost like the scene flickering on to the next; in a movie.

         Now that I knew what was happening I wasn't quite as shocked- but the new surroundings were still strange, and I was trying with all of my might to understand what was happening, even though I found myself incredibly confused.... Why was I back here?
  

         It was cooler out than in my first images, and night time this go around,  I was wearing white cotton slippers on my feet I noticed looking down, they fit almost like bedroom slippers, but with a touch more elegance.

       I was standing on a dirt-road type ground, the gravel beneath my feet tore at the soft cotton and I wondered how long it would be before a hole was tattered in one, or both, as the stones clawed at me feet- my other self was pacing, and I knew she was perplexed by something... She seemed agitated.

      So many questions swirled around in my mind, had I moved away? Was I still in the same town?

Had he married me, or let me go?

     That question weighed heavily on me, as I deeply felt that it also impacted my present life- and what our fate would become, I always wondered if we would ever truly settle down, or if all hope was lost.

     Looking around slowly, I noted that I was standing between a few poorly constructed old-timey buildings which looked almost abandoned when suddenly I got a little chill, and begun walking away- the version of myself who was at home here wasn't bothered by the oddness of how dirty and old everything seemed - to her it was normal- but to me I felt like this town wasn't civilized. Maybe it wasn't.

       Then I heard someone call out,  I personally didn't recognise the voice, but still I turned around, and I was surprised by the way my past-self seemed to respond to the deeply broken and husk voice of the caller- I had never expected it to be a male voice that wasn't his....

      A man was coming toward me, he was  obviously the person calling for me, and though I had never seen him, my other self obviously knew him because my heart began to race and although we had never met-  I felt that I cared for this guy, and I was taken aback by just how good-looking he was, as he drew closer.

    He was tall with shaggy dark hair and his face was beyond handsome with high cheek bones and plush lips, he smiled slowly, a crooked smile, I felt my own face return his cheery smile- I was shocked all the way down to my bones that my other self had ever been able to love again... I couldn't have.


"Are you cold?" 

   He asked kindly, carefully taking his jacket off.  I looked down and saw that I was wearing a long flowing white gown this time, the hem was black and it flowed out in a very fancy style, if not for the black it might have looked like a wedding gown.... I was impressed by the way it hugged me so beautifully, almost as if the dress itself had been tailored to fit me specifically.

Even in this time, I was extremely slender, I noted with a mocked awe. Maybe it wasn't just luck!


   Curiously I felt my head to feel no bonnet this time, and my soft silken hair was tied up in a fancy style- it must have finally grown longer, I thought with excitement.

   The version of myself who knew my suitor- spoke for me, she sounded almost snooty, "I am fine, just in need of a speck of air."

     Her speak was almost humorous, it sounded like on of the Southern Belle's from an old movie, but since the prior owner of my soul now controlled my mouth- I couldn't laugh. Or even smile.

   Confused as to whom this man was, I peered out of my own eyes. The man reached for my  hand and pressed his sexy lips to  my skin, and my heart jumped- my belly filled up with butterflies. 


I was surprised by how taken with him I was, it almost felt like betrayal, as guilt nagged at my insides.

How could I- in any world- love anyone else? It felt so wrong.

    Both the present me and the past me gasped in my head at what he did next, and that throw up feeling swelled in my chest, this wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

    He knelt before me, slowly in the dusk lighting I seen that his eyes were a dark color that I couldn't quite make out, maybe brown or gold, but they twinkled as he reached for my hand- which made m very uncomfortable, I really wanted to just wake up, now. I so did not want to be living this.

Even the past me was confused, and feeling awkward, as he looked up lovingly into my- our- eyes.

    My discomfort mounted, because no matter my feelings past or present for this man, I just wanted to be at home in my own bed in my own time- because I suddenly knew deep down, what was about to happen, and I knew that it was not my destiny.... I was not meant to be doing this.

I had lost my way.

"What are you doing?" 

    My possessor called out as he stared up intently at me, she was shocked, and guilt weighed on us both as I felt my eyes fill with tears and not the happy kind, and I realized that feeling of wrongness wasn't just my own- neither of my selves loved this man... Suddenly fear washed over me.

What was I going to do?

"Marry me?" He asked, stroking my hand and I could tell the ancient part of my soul truly wanted to say yes; she knew it was the best thing that any sane individual could do- but she didn't open my mouth- because at the moment he asked... I-we- seen HIS face.

   Everything changed all at once, he must have read something in my eyes, he looked slapped as I stuttered, and he tore his memerizing eyes away.

"I-"

He shook his head, cutting off my stammering attempt at letting him down easy, "why do you not look happy?"

      Gently the stranger who felt so familiar reached my face and brushed a tear off my cheek, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he seen me crying and then he said something under his breath, it almost sounded like he cursed, before his face turned almost angry.. Terror hit me.

Was he going to hurt me? He looked so betrayed...

"Anything you wanna tell me?" He practically yelled, he was trembling with rage, now.

     As hard as I tried holding my tears back, neither I nor my former self was strong enough, they came flooding out of me like a monsoon, "I'm sorry."

"Is this because of him?"  Demanded the man I suppose was my boyfriend  or something close to it, and I felt the being inside of me shaking my head, "I need time." I said in almost a whisper, my bottom lip shook violent, and he seemed to have trouble controlling himself as he turned from me, cursing again.

 "Go to him."

     He walked away after snapping that order and inwardly I began to panic, I wanted to go back to my own time and just wake up already, I felt like a horrible traitorous wretch as someone who obviously loved me stormed off as I stood here, sobbing over a man who could have cared less about me.

Was this what all of my lives would end up like? Even the one I was living right now?

How many times had this happened?

When was I waking up, and when would this cycle finally end?

    The sun was finally setting and it was getting really dark. I had no idea where I was and I was about to break down, when the entity from long ago which was powering my body right  now, began walking.

    I didn't get as scared as I did initially since I now knew that  it was me- but I didn't feel at ease either, I didn't like the idea of trusting some ancient piece of my soul to keep me safe.

Who knows what her fate was? If I was reborn... She had obviously met one.

     The other me inside my head lead me toward a small isolated looking building and she reached my hand out to open the door, then we went inside where I seen that this was a little dimly-lit bar with no customers, and a bunch of empty chairs and vacant tables, it smelled incredibly musty, in here.

  Well, almost no customers.
  

     I seen  a man sitting alone at the small table in the back far corner, his back was to me, his head was down and a ton of bottles flooded his table- he looked like he probably couldn't get up, on his own.

      Immediately, I recognized him as she walked my body toward him, and I knew that she was as nervous as I was, as we took another step- then she called out his name, using my voice.