Dream

I'm sitting at the table reading a book about dreams and daydreams. I sip my tea, trying to keep it from landing on my lap. Eventually, I tire of the book and put it aside. With a bored look in my eyes, I lean my elbows on the table. My imagination begins to work. I close my eyes and see a large park with an awful lot of trees. I see a small pond and a white dog wagging its tail in all directions. Next to the dog is a boy. The boy has short hair, is quite large, and has a strong build. He has strange eyes, like sapphire, blue saturated with yellow. Charmed by his charm, I approached him and, with a slight fear, uttered a short word: "Hi." A smile appeared on the boy's face, and after a second of silence, he replied: "Hi." Half-conscious and in a high voice, I started to strike up a conversation: "What a beautiful dog!" I cried softly, pointing at the white dog. "Yours?

" "Yes. She's a bitch, her name is Triny.

" "Trinity, a nice name." "So different," I replied, trying to keep the conversation going. "What breed is it?"

Pleased that he could demonstrate his knowledge, he replied, "Rottweiler."

Surprised, I asked, "White Rottweiler?

" "One of a kind, one of a kind in the world. "

And so, as we continued talking, I moved to another place.

The voice of the boy I had named Przemek faded, and my grandfather's house appeared before me. The first thing I saw was an old wooden cross that had hung on the wall for 60 years. The cross was covered in blood. It wasn't a miracle, but my grandfather's death. A beautiful dream turned into a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. Shocked, I saw almost nothing; all I saw was the cross, the knife, and the wounds on my grandfather's face. I started to run. I thought I could make it, but I remained frozen in place. My feet were glued to the floor, which began to crumble. The pieces didn't fall down, but rose up. Though distraught and terrified, I was thinking logically enough and noticed that the pieces were forming "something." Trying to lift my legs from the ground, I thought the dream was real, and I began to feel truly frightened. Suddenly, the "something" began to resemble a man with bulging eyes and claw-like hands. A faint outline, and yet it terrified me. My heart was pounding in my throat, choking me in the process.

My labored breathing caught my mother's attention, and she quickly woke me from a deep sleep. I burst into tears and hugged my mother tightly. With fear in her eyes, she asked me what had happened, and I told her the whole dream.