The Story Book.
I remember in my teens and early twenty’s I often had lots of dreams, silly nightmares, you may have had them too; I remember dreaming I was falling off a cliff, I sometimes had dreams where I would dream I was on a familiar road that I’d know all my life, but the feeling of been lost and can’t find my way, I have often dreamt something horrible was chasing me and just when IT was about to catch me, I’d make myself go invisible! I vividly remember when I was age seven when I had a dream that was completely blank it was about my older brother, I woke up frightened and scared, that dream stayed with me for years, I was crying when I woke up but I didn’t know why, as the dream was blank. I don’t recall ever having a funny dream, but some dreams I’ve woke up out of breath and stressed, and glad to be awake; glad it was only a dream.
But what would be my worst nightmare right now? It would be to wake up and find myself in a book, little me, of fiction, where everything is out of my hands, turmoil, where everything I knew as the norm before, but now had been turned upside down and anarchy, unable to find my way out of the book!
It would be frustrating not been able to tell someone how I was feeling, the fears of thinking is this real? Am I awake or dreaming? For sometimes in real life I have wondered, how do I know if I’m alive or dead?
So, with that thought in mind, how would I be able to communicate to the adult, reading the book? That I’m in the book, but I don’t want to be there, that I’m in the story, but I don’t know how I got there, for I can’t find my way out.
Yes, I may look happy but, as the story might me a happy, carefree one, but not for me stuck in the book, as my heart pounds with fear and confusion.
I think only one other dream that has happened to me, that would be worse than been in an adult’s horror book, would be when I have woken up, but not fully and I can’t move! I can’t open my eyes, or ask for help, this really has happened to me. Thankfully that feeling has only lasted less than a minute, but it felt like a lifetime.
Back to the book, the Author has written me into the book, He knows the start and the finish and everything that will happen to me in between, at the moment I feel afraid, if I’m honest, I don’t know what will happen on the next page, I put on a brave front, of been in control, and I have done all I can to be prepared but, will I be one of those who will get ill? If yes, will I make? I’ve been healthy most of my life, but my Life is in the hands of the Author. He has written the story. There are others too in the book, I’ve seen them, some of them I know well, others are strangers to me, without names or where they are. I don’t know their story, I only know mine, well actually I don’t know my story, for if I did, I would know what was on the next page, and I don’t.
The Author hasn’t told me, how it will end for me or for you in your story, for you too are in the book, but we don’t know each other, you have your own fears and you too wonder if you will be well, for we have had many conflicting advice over the past few weeks to, “Do this and NOT that.” To “Go there and NOT there.” The next few day is crucial, it is unprecedented uncertainty! That is without a doubt, for everyone is in the Book.
I thought I was stuck in a fictional book, but I’m not, for this is real life for today is Monday 16th of March 2020.
I hope your Story ends well. x