03-10-2018, 01:24 AM
As soon as he asked the question, Jet wondered why he had asked it aloud. The sleep deprivation was causing him to lose his edge. He admired Beto and felt they were similar in a lot of ways, but they weren’t exactly close. Jet let his head drop back against the headrest and brought both hands up to rub his eyes, the dark circles showing, his face paler than usual and he let out a sigh. In for a penny …
“So, I remember dreams. It was a trick that Melany taught me – she has amazing control in her dreams. She taught me how to remember them and actually to sometimes control them. At the very least, to be able to wake myself up from a disturbing dream. I wouldn’t say nightmares, because I hadn’t had a nightmare since I was a little kid.”
Jet stopped in his stream of chatter and pushed himself up straighter in the seat. He not only wanted to be more composed when he talked about this, but wanted to at least appear in control. It was his experience that if he acted a certain way long enough that eventually it would become his reality. And he didn’t like how this dream had become so all consuming. He needed to regain his self-control.
“I fell asleep on the couch the afternoon after I left your office. I had this … this crazy dream about being at an old abandoned carnival – I don’t know. Like those old photographs Abuelita had of Coney Island or something. Anyway, I was wandering the aisles and it was just a normal dream, but more vivid than usual. It felt … real. I was intrigued until it started to get weird.”
He glanced over at Beto, not certain he ought to admit he was going a little crazy to someone from whom he now realized he had always wanted respect. He already felt like he had said too much, but it seemed pointless to just stop now.
“I just can't emphasize enough how vivid the dream was. And I couldn’t wake myself up from it.”
He broke out in a cold sweat again at the recollection. Embarrassed, he wipe his brow with the back of his forearm. “Something – a pack of somethings - was hunting me. And let’s just say it ended badly.”
He wished he had waited until he saw Melany next. He wanted to ask her about it. Wanted to see if she had ever heard anything like it. Wanted his sister’s reassurance. Jet smirked and waved it off. He reached up and adjusted the air stream to point at his face and let the cool air wash down over him.
“Just having trouble sleeping now. It’s gotta be all this free time. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Edited by Jet, Mar 10 2018, 01:38 AM.
“So, I remember dreams. It was a trick that Melany taught me – she has amazing control in her dreams. She taught me how to remember them and actually to sometimes control them. At the very least, to be able to wake myself up from a disturbing dream. I wouldn’t say nightmares, because I hadn’t had a nightmare since I was a little kid.”
Jet stopped in his stream of chatter and pushed himself up straighter in the seat. He not only wanted to be more composed when he talked about this, but wanted to at least appear in control. It was his experience that if he acted a certain way long enough that eventually it would become his reality. And he didn’t like how this dream had become so all consuming. He needed to regain his self-control.
“I fell asleep on the couch the afternoon after I left your office. I had this … this crazy dream about being at an old abandoned carnival – I don’t know. Like those old photographs Abuelita had of Coney Island or something. Anyway, I was wandering the aisles and it was just a normal dream, but more vivid than usual. It felt … real. I was intrigued until it started to get weird.”
He glanced over at Beto, not certain he ought to admit he was going a little crazy to someone from whom he now realized he had always wanted respect. He already felt like he had said too much, but it seemed pointless to just stop now.
“I just can't emphasize enough how vivid the dream was. And I couldn’t wake myself up from it.”
He broke out in a cold sweat again at the recollection. Embarrassed, he wipe his brow with the back of his forearm. “Something – a pack of somethings - was hunting me. And let’s just say it ended badly.”
He wished he had waited until he saw Melany next. He wanted to ask her about it. Wanted to see if she had ever heard anything like it. Wanted his sister’s reassurance. Jet smirked and waved it off. He reached up and adjusted the air stream to point at his face and let the cool air wash down over him.
“Just having trouble sleeping now. It’s gotta be all this free time. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Edited by Jet, Mar 10 2018, 01:38 AM.