Dream Journal
B was an outlaw of some kind and I fell in love with him. We were soul mates and were going to get married. But then he gets caught and is on run. I went to his secret hideout - which was a few beds in my grandmother’s garage - and hid. I started to crawl under one of the beds, but decided to get in one instead. I closed my eyes and waited for him to return.
The room is pitch black as I waited. At last he comes to the hideout. I am very sad that he is going to be taken from me. I cried from the depths of my soul. A man showed up and arrested B then led him off to a row of shacks outside.
It is nighttime, dark. I pleaded for mercy, but the law enforcer doesn’t give it. He physically drops B into a tiny shack that already has one occupant. He tells me that B and the occupant, a woman, will be getting married because they will be spending years together in a tiny shack.
B accepts this fate too quickly and I am very mad that he doesn’t fight for himself or for me. I returned to the shacks years later to see him. They had two dirty children and had been upgraded to a larger shack. I wanted him to look at me, to catch my eye, but he wouldn’t. As if he didn’t even remember me.
Themes: B, Left Behind