A Dream of You

For the last two months I've been plagued by nightmares almost nonstop. In some nights, as many as six different ones. This is all very strange to me, as I just didn't have nightmares until this point. What's most funny is I started having them right before school let out. I thought it was my uncertainty, the unknown, the stress. But even now, I'm still having these awful night mares... and they keep getting worse.

The third nightmare of the night would last me the remainder of my sleeping time. It's very hard for me to remember much of anything, but the fact that this is so very, very vivid should instill in you the belief of how truly terrified I was. Before I tell you the dream, it would be better if you knew the background story to it.

My mother has been married twice. Her second marriage was to my step father. We live on a rather large plot of land in a house with 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, and two living rooms. All seems to be fairly well. Now, her previous marriage was to whom I consider a disgrace, a fraud, a pathetic spineless creature who makes me SICK to acknowledge him as my biological 'father.' Folks, don't read into that word. He was nothing but a sperm donor to me.

See, my father was an abusive husband slash father, an alcoholic, a drug addict, a child molester, a cheater, a thief, and your good ol' crazy psychopath. He broke the necks of baby kittens, three weeks old, and threw them down a hill just because he felt like it. He would take our Christmas money, money that was going to go towards food for a family of two adults and six baby children and would spend it on illegal adult material, alcohol, and drugs.

This man made Satan tremble in horror.

When I was maybe 12, my mother got rid of him. The most scariest experience of all of our lives. See, my father was a psychopath. But I told you that, remember? How? Well. If all of what I've said doesn't scream that, then listen. I had a four year old brother. One day, my father decides he's going to try and kill him. He grabs him up by the neck, punches him in the face, and then throws him into a stair well. When my mother goes to call the police, he rips out all three phone cords, backs my mother into a room, and then tries to rape her. When that doesn't work, he begs her to leave for work. He gets to the point of tears. Mom doesn't go, she knows his intentions. They were very, very grim.

When she finally gets him to leave, he paces the house. Thinking. He needs a plan. Oh, but he remembers. He has a collections of rather sharp swords in the closet. He backs my mother in a corner and starts pacing back and forth... At this point, I gathered the kids in a safe spot and was ready for 'the word' from mom. We didn't have phones or anything, but if 'The word' was given, I was to run half a mile down the road to the gas station to call for help.

Mom gave the word, my 'father' panicked. He got the fuck in the car and drove off. We thought we were safe...

One day, me and the guys are playing out side. I, as the older, responsible brother, am keeping an eye on them. I notice a... a chair underneath my mother's bedroom window. Funny, it wasn't there before. So I move it. The next day, it's there again. So I tell mom.

She panics, of course. Accounts like these would continue to happen, and some times late at night, you could hear the door handle move like some one were putting a key in. Thankfully, all the locks were changed.

So. My 'father' is CRAZY! And it's been a while, about three years, since we've had to deal with him. You see, we changed our last names and moved. Finally, we could live life again! A normal, healthy life...

But he's found us again... He found me on Facebook. I was so fucking pissed I could have screamed. "I am your DAD!" He said. FUCK. YOU. You have no RIGHT to insult me in saying that. No, no. A dad is some one who has been there for you. Some one who loves you. But he was never there for me! He just screwed my mother. That's all he was good for. Nothing else! And now he's contacted family friends and found out where we live and... and...

It's all very scary again. We might have to move and change our names again. I don't want that but... it might happen...

So last night I go to bed, thinking about some one I truly love. Sombra. They have no feelings for me at all... And some of you might remember them from my past columns. I really, really care for them. I just don't think they care about me. Back to the nightmares... for the last two months I've had straight nightmares, and in that time only two good dreams. Both were about Sombra. I thought about that, eyes fading in and out of sleep, and then finally a blanket of rest comes over my body.

A horrible dream. I'm home with the kids, taking care of them as my parents are out. I take a quick ten minute shower, get dressed, and go to the kitchen for I smell something. Some one had turned on the stove, boiled water, and started preparing dried pasta. This upset me, as I'm the only one in the house who can cook. Angry, I go to my older sister prepared to ask her what the freaking hell she thought she was doing. When I hear... a voice from my hell of a past...

"Oh, Bryan. What do you think you're doing?"

I turn around. It's him. He has got his hands around my brother's neck, who doesn't even seem to know. "Now why don't you go ahead and get in the car." I have no choice. If I don't go, he'll kill my baby brother. So I ask him if I can grab a couple things, and he says that it has to fit in a small bag. So I go to my room and I find out my Aunt was there too, his sister. She had hooked my computer up to this grey box about a foot wide and fifteen inches long. wires were every where. She smiles at me, and then leaves saying rude comments under her breath. I go to my bed, pick up a blanket, and look for my book of cards. In the hollowed space, there are 52 cards. I pick them out, place them over my heart, and pray. I ask them to give me protection, a way to end all this, and they answer. In my head, I see images of what I should do, and I do so. The images instructed me to shuffle the cards, lay them out in a pattern, and then touch the center card. As I do so, they all glow and hover a little, and from the four corner cards, light shoots from them. And in the light is a gun. I thought it were a mere image, but something inside me told me to grab it. So I did. It was real! I put it in the blanket, along with about 50 dollars, put all of that in the bag, and leave.

I go back down to where my father was. I tell him I'm ready. He tells me he wants me to lock up behind us and I say sure. I thought about it. If I'm the last one out and if I'm quick enough, I can lock them both out! It works. I lock the door, and go around to the other four doors leading out side in my house and lock them. Satisfied, I turned off the boiling water on the stove, poured out the food as I thought it poison, and called the kids to me so I could keep a head count. Everyone was fine, but my sister wasn't to be found. At the backdoor, my father and my aunt knock, begging the kids to let them in. I tell them no, that those were bad people who wanted to hurt us, and they understood. Suddenly, it's quiet... and I hear a "Clink!"

My sister. I run to the back door, and there's my sister opening it up for the two ass holes. My aunt laughs in her hillbilly accent "Heh, at least she still loves us! Ain't that right, Sarah?" My sister smiles, and I see the look on her face looks more and more like my father's mother. I call all the power in my heart, and some how I'm able to do magic again. I place a hand on her face and the look goes away. I have my sister back. She runs off back to her room and locks the door. My sister is a selfish bitch. So there I am, with intruders at my door step. I didn't want to hurt anyone, or risk a gun being pulled on me, so I left my gun in my bag. I muscle them back outside and lock the door.

I relax, and go to call my parents on the phone to let them know. I dial the number perfectly. But some one else picks up. I can't remember what they said, but it alarmed me. I turn off the phone, but they're still talking. I begin to panic. Some one's knocking at the door. My little brother says that he'll get it, and before I can scream no the two burglars have invaded again. They put a gun to my brother's head and tell me I can come with them, or he'll die...

I step outside, in front of my aunt this time and walk out into the... snow? It was snow! But only in our yard... Cold times, indeed. So they put me in this brand new black shiny convertible in the back seat. We're separated by a glass window that has been rolled down half way. They laugh, taunting me on the drive. I noticed my 'father' was driving on the right side of the car, on a high way I had never seen. In fact, everything was barren, a desert. Come to think of it, the front porch I stepped out on wasn't my own, but my friend's. It was very odd. But I get an idea...

I reach over the glass, around his head, and I start jamming him in the eyes. Some how, he keeps perfect track of the road, and doesn't seem to bothered. They pull me off and I sit again. They laugh. I pull out my gun and point it to the driver's head. They both grow still, the car stops. My aunt laughs and points a gun at my head. She says "Keep goin', Buzz. We ain't gettin' no wheres with you stompin' on the brakes like that." She holds her gun, I hold mine. she says "You shoot him, and I'mma gonna shoot your ass. Put it down." Now in all the movies and stories you hear, the captive listens and hands over the gun. Dumb asses. It takes me not a second to pretend to hand my gun over to my aunt, and in the same breath I pull the trigger, shooting her in the stomach. She drops her gun, and collapses in a pile of corpse and blood. I quickly turn the gun and shoot my father in the head, matter flying every where. The car stops, and I pray. I pray for an angel to come save me, and I feel that magic again. Magic in my heart. But nothing comes. Just a faint cactus in the distance. I magic'ed a cactus.

I look at the corpses. Now, you must understand. If some one even gets a paper cut and bleeds, I throw up. I can't stand the site. But the site of these two dead made me feel so safe and good. Accomplished.

I get out of the car and drag both bodies to the side of the road. I lay them out and begin to look for any sign of life. I would drive, but when I shot my father, the bullet ricocheted and fried some wires inside the car and it wouldn't move. AC and radio still worked, but no movement.

I see in the distance. The cactus. It's grown... larger... I begin to pray again, praying that if I die here, at least they'd find my body. The magic in my heart starts faint, and then disappears. I cry. I look at the cactus, it looks larger and it looks like it's moving. "Damn cactus!" I said "I fucking use all the power I have and all I could make was a bloody cactus?" I turn around, and I kick my aunt and father both in the head. They lay there, still. I turn my back to them and think. Now in this time, I can see all that's happening like in a movie as an outside viewer. My aunt is still alive. She reaches for a gun, pulls it out, sits up, and is about to shoot when some one from behind her grabs her in their forearm. They grab her like that with their left forearm, grabbing their own left hand with their right, pulling back hard. I turn in all the commotion and see... I see Sombra... protecting me.... A dream of you.

Sombra drop my aunt's lifeless body to the ground, and some how shoots her in the head with a finger-tip shot bullet. I drop my belongings, and run to them. They embrace me, and kiss me passionately. Sombra looks to me with a hand on my face and says "Hey, doll face. Why don't we get you back home?"

I didn't know how we were going to, or if that was even possible, but one look at those beautiful eyes and I knew we'd be fine... because my Sombra told me so.

A bad dream turned good. I go home, the police are already investigating. We told them where the bodies were, and all that. I took one good look at my house. The green grass was back, my front porch was back... everything!! And when I looked to my right, still there was Sombra, holding my hand tightly. My parents came home, had a few words with me, but couldn't be angry. And then... I woke up. Right as the last kiss was happening.

So that's my nightmare. A dream of you and your kind heart saved me. I love you so much, you couldn't possibly imagine. I wish I knew how you really felt but... Just know you're beautiful and you help me more than you could ever know.

A dream of you. A nightmare conquered.