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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 02/22/2025
A Dream I Used To Love
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Author's Note: I know that this essay is sad in tone, but lately any and all feelings have not been great and it's showing in my writing. Maybe one day, I'll get back to writing happy things
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As a child, I had a dream. It took place at the church I had returned to after so long. In this dream, I was at a church gathering… A teenage boy was interested in a teenage girl, but he was too shy to say anything to her. Believing myself to be a little “helper,” I used the magical abilities I had in the dream to turn him into a knight. I turned the teenage girl into a princess.
The teenage boy set out to either save her or do something impressive to win her attention. But she never noticed him. Then, a black car came speeding toward him, as if trying to run him down. He managed to jump out of the way just in time. But then, the car turned toward me. I heard a voice coming from it—though I can't remember exactly what it said, its intent was clear. It wanted to run me down too.
I dodged out of the way and used my magic to transform the car. My intention was to turn it into a box, but instead, it became a bag of flour. When I turned to show the teenage girl—who was still a princess—what I had done, I saw something strange. Lying in the grass was a row of objects, all turned into bags of flour as well. When I think back to this dream, especially this scene, what comes to mind is that somehow, my magical abilities I had in the dream had carried over to her, granting her powers too.
There was a time when I remembered this dream fondly. For many years, I told no one about it—until much later in life, when I shared it with just one person. But now, when I think of it, there is no fondness left. Instead, I feel a broken heart and deep confusion.
I suppose it is just another piece of my past—a fleeting moment from a time when I still looked at the world with wonder. But life has shown me that much of that wonder is no longer welcome.
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As a child, I had a dream. It took place at the church I had returned to after so long. In this dream, I was at a church gathering… A teenage boy was interested in a teenage girl, but he was too shy to say anything to her. Believing myself to be a little “helper,” I used the magical abilities I had in the dream to turn him into a knight. I turned the teenage girl into a princess.
The teenage boy set out to either save her or do something impressive to win her attention. But she never noticed him. Then, a black car came speeding toward him, as if trying to run him down. He managed to jump out of the way just in time. But then, the car turned toward me. I heard a voice coming from it—though I can't remember exactly what it said, its intent was clear. It wanted to run me down too.
I dodged out of the way and used my magic to transform the car. My intention was to turn it into a box, but instead, it became a bag of flour. When I turned to show the teenage girl—who was still a princess—what I had done, I saw something strange. Lying in the grass was a row of objects, all turned into bags of flour as well. When I think back to this dream, especially this scene, what comes to mind is that somehow, my magical abilities I had in the dream had carried over to her, granting her powers too.
There was a time when I remembered this dream fondly. For many years, I told no one about it—until much later in life, when I shared it with just one person. But now, when I think of it, there is no fondness left. Instead, I feel a broken heart and deep confusion.
I suppose it is just another piece of my past—a fleeting moment from a time when I still looked at the world with wonder. But life has shown me that much of that wonder is no longer welcome.
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