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The Dream
"I think she went to meet Him." That feeling of doom loomed in my heart. The person she went to look for was a stranger, a person who had called to her by some means of a message. Like a magnet, she had to go. He was dangerous, drawing her to Him as such. I looked for her even more desperately now, hoping to get to her before He does. While the rest of the group had just decided to give up the search, I recalled the message, and remembered a mention of some basement. Before that, I had searched the basement of that building, only to find a sleazy pub tucked under the winding stairs. I decided to try looking there again, and went down to the basement, but she was not there. I was her now. The search for a friend, the search for something more than this world had to offer, led to the search for my true self. Now I looked and waited for Him instead. Where is He? Who had called me? And why? A feeling of mystery lurked about, not just curiosity, but a sense of doom as well. I was just about to begin my way up the stairs when He came. He was tall and dark in black shirt and pants, with a cloak about Him. The moment I saw Him I knew He was a magician. I bolted, or tried to, but I could not. His magic was too strong. I struggled for my life. Suddenly I was in contact with Him and I fought tooth and nail. He never got hurt and neither did I, but I could never escape His grasp. No matter how hard I cried, how hard I struggled, His magic held me to Him, in His arms, unable to escape. He let me struggle, not forcing me but never letting me go either. He wanted me for His own. We were outside the building, along the black tiled sidewalk in the dark of night, with many passers-by. I continued screaming and shouting and crying for help, struggling to escape. Those passers-by never noticed me, or if they did, they just smiled at me. The magic he'd cast created an illusion, such that things never appeared what they should be. This is an inner struggle, from within, between the two of us. "It's your magic!" I screamed at Him in exasperation. He just smiled at me. Suddenly I managed to escape from His clutches and ran. While I was running on that sidewalk, a girl in black tights ran past me in an opposite direction, slapping me on the cheek as she did so. I sensed her jealousy towards me, yet I was not threatened by her, understanding that He would protect me against her. I had His favour. He had let me run, but when she joined Him, He gave chase, with her running alongside. As I ran, I screamed for my life for help at people nearby, but the words just could not come out of my throat. He must have used the word 'muffliato', I thought. Running on the side of a road now, I saw a huge truck come my way. In desperation, thinking I'd rather die than be in His control forever, I ran in front of the truck, hoping it'd kill me. But it didnt. I ended up running under it, coming out unharmed. "So you'd rather die?" I nodded. Knowing that I'd rather die and leave all of this dreamworld behind than let Him have me must have hurt Him, but I could not care less then. Still I ran hard, wanting with all my soul to sprint, but I seemed to be slowing down instead! I screamed in anguish, and watched Him come running after me from the back, coming closer, with the girl beside Him. All of my hope died. I stopped dead in my tracks, and waited for Him to reach me. I had surrendered. He banged right into me, and laughed. I looked at Him again. He had changed. His hair was now golden. He was no longer in black, but in a white striped shirt. I had realised He will always be behind giving chase, and coming to terms with that I had no choice but to surrender. Now that I had, that terrible and looming figure had disappeared. He was good and whole, and He just wanted me for His own - to love and to protect. I hugged Him and said, "I can never get out of you." I never felt anything as comforting as His warm embrace. There was this sense of belonging, of being tamed, and from then on I knew His protection would never leave me. And I never tried to escape from Him after that. I had gained my true freedom. No longer searching, no longer running from Him.
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