Life's Passing

I sat in my chair for a moment thinking about what happened. Sweat was dripping from my forehead and I struggled to catch my breath. Andy just spoke to me. He was dead though. How could that happen? I know that most dreams are compiled of memories and actions that take place when you're awake. I had never seen these images before though. If this Matthew and I was killing him, that wasn't something I had done. Why was it being personified as me?

I sighed and grabbed my cell phone and tried to distract myself from all of this. I plugged in head phones and brought up some music and went threw my various social media. I let the heavy bass lines fill my ears and tried to bring myself into a calm state again like Leslie had shown me. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I let my mind wonder into nothingness. I felt weightless. I let my mind wonder to the images of the dream trying to find son answers. I was there dressed in period clothing, but Andy wasn't. He wore normal clothes. He was trying to keep me fro killing Matthew. I didn't understand that part. If I killed Matthew all this would be over with. But I've done this before. I had to have killed him earlier. I looked around for any clue of a date. It looked like a small village and nothing more. There were places that still looked like that today. I heard someone calling my name then. It was faint at first. I looked around and didn't see anyone I knew, but I had heard this voice before. It was distinctive. I tried to open my eyes.

I felt my body smack against the floor hard. "Jesus fucking Christ!" I yelled. I felt like my spine just broke. I had landed on my back and slowly rolled onto my side. Shit this fucking hurt. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Leslie looking down at me, concern filling her face. "Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded. I laid in the floor for a moment trying to figure out what happened. "You shouldn't do spells on your own. It can be dangerous." I looked up at her confused. "What spell?" She shook her head. I tried to get a hold of my self then. I sat up and looked at her waiting for an answer. "So, you have no idea what just happened?" She asked me. I shook my head no. I let out a long sigh. "I guess in the beginning I didn't either. I shouldn't fault you so much. You were just dream walking. Its very hard to do and most witches struggle with it even in groups. I felt the power of it in my sleep. I woke up and you were levitating close to the ceiling." She explained. I thought about this some more.

" Why am I able to do it then. If no one else can." I wondered. She shrugged. " All I know is that you must be a lot more powerful than the others." She looked down at her hand and seemed to play with her thumbs nervously. "Have you ever tried it?" I asked curious. "Oh, no. I'm usually too scared." She laughed nervously.

We sat there in silence for a bit whip I struggled to catch my breath from my fall. How in the hell was I that high in the air? I knew now, one hundred percent, that I needed to stop trying to rationalize these things. "Well, I should get to my own bed." Leslie said suddenly. She stood up to move and I grabbed her leg to stop her. "What if I do it again?" I asked scared. I didn't know how to control any of this. "How did you wake up last time?" She asked. I thought back and remembered. "I heard you calling my name." She looked at me strangely for a second. "I didn't say anything." She said. " To wake up from dream walking you have to have something strong enough to bring you back into this world so to speak. That's why its dangerous. You can get stuck there." Leslie sat on the edge of my bed and began to think about my words.

I moved beside her sitting on the bed as well. I put my head in my hands and tried to think this threw. Was the though of Leslie enough to bring me back into this world? I had just meet her earlier in the night. I didn't even fucking know her. Is the fact that were both witches a strong enough bond? "Will you stay tonight that way you can pull me off the ceiling again?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah, I think that would be best." She said and then crawled back into my bed and rolled onto her side away from me. I did the same and stared at the wall until I was asleep.

Notes

The Flowers of Evil- Marilyn Manson

Whatever - Godsmack

Fine Again- Seether

No Reflection -Marilyn Manson (Song Jake is listening to)

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