I had a dream. Not a Martin Luther one, but nonetheless it still had a large impact on my life.
One night, a normal one at that, I found myself in a courtroom. I had been asked to testify something, thus taking a stand in front of everyone. Being a young boy with steadily receding confidence levels, I was nervous- but did so nonetheless.
Standing upon the wooden floor of the small box I had been placed in, I recalled the story:
I had been alone, walking through a garden. A girl I secretly longed for was walking ahead, but not with me. She looked back, but continued walking.
The faceless jury were nodding, and looking at each other.
She walked all the way to a greenhouse, and stopped. Looking back once again, she called for me to follow. I paused in shock, stunned that the girl who had looked upon me as if I wasn't there for the whole of my life was talking to me. Then, slowly, I moved towards her. She grinned and moved towards the greenhouse. She then got down on her hands and knees and shuffled forward as a large opening, formed by broken glass, appeared in front of her. Once again, she looked back and called me forward. I obeyed, and attempted to follow- but the hole closed up as I tried to enter. I stared longingly upon her, dancing on the other side of the glass- but I could not follow.
The courtroom remained silent as I finished the tale. The judge began asking questions- question after question until they blurred into a conversation that took no meaning, and ended in no answers. The words appeared in front of me, but carried no depth or authority to them. One question got through, and I lashed out:
Sister? I have no sister!
The room faded to black so quickly that fell to reality like a piano down a staircase, hitting every step but not stopping until I hit my head against the bedpost and heard the symphony of silence as I opened my eyes to darkness.
I had this dream at the age of 8. I remember because it was Year 4 of primary school, before the girl I has longed for at that age left the class. Or so I remember, she could have stayed until the end for all I know. However, I was wrong.
I've always had one blood brother, or brothercat in this character's form. I also have two half brother's courtesy of my father's first marriage. This was my creed, and, alongside a large and dynamic extended family, this was what I knew. However, at the age of 17 I was told that I also had a half sister- who lived in the same town as me. Also, her interests included music, tattoos, piercings and motocross. She was definitely of my father.
I've seen a couple pictures of her and I've seen her facebook a few times- but I've only been in the same room as her once. This was in a bar, of all places. I was with two friends, one of which I've known for years, and it suddenly dawned upon me that this was the person I share a father with. I've asked quite a few people what they would have done- most of them say I should have said something, but what do you say to a sister you've never met? Especially after you've had a few drinks, and her boyfriend is djing at far too high a volume. I'm afraid to disappoint you, but I left the building without saying a word.
Probably all a result of my hideous lack of confidence, but I kind of regret it- and I do hope that I get another chance. I don't like the idea of having a direct blood relative and giving them the complete cold shoulder.
Yeah, no pictures tonight- it's that serious.
I had been alone, walking through a garden. A girl I secretly longed for was walking ahead, but not with me. She looked back, but continued walking.
The faceless jury were nodding, and looking at each other.
She walked all the way to a greenhouse, and stopped. Looking back once again, she called for me to follow. I paused in shock, stunned that the girl who had looked upon me as if I wasn't there for the whole of my life was talking to me. Then, slowly, I moved towards her. She grinned and moved towards the greenhouse. She then got down on her hands and knees and shuffled forward as a large opening, formed by broken glass, appeared in front of her. Once again, she looked back and called me forward. I obeyed, and attempted to follow- but the hole closed up as I tried to enter. I stared longingly upon her, dancing on the other side of the glass- but I could not follow.
The courtroom remained silent as I finished the tale. The judge began asking questions- question after question until they blurred into a conversation that took no meaning, and ended in no answers. The words appeared in front of me, but carried no depth or authority to them. One question got through, and I lashed out:
Sister? I have no sister!
The room faded to black so quickly that fell to reality like a piano down a staircase, hitting every step but not stopping until I hit my head against the bedpost and heard the symphony of silence as I opened my eyes to darkness.
I had this dream at the age of 8. I remember because it was Year 4 of primary school, before the girl I has longed for at that age left the class. Or so I remember, she could have stayed until the end for all I know. However, I was wrong.
I've always had one blood brother, or brothercat in this character's form. I also have two half brother's courtesy of my father's first marriage. This was my creed, and, alongside a large and dynamic extended family, this was what I knew. However, at the age of 17 I was told that I also had a half sister- who lived in the same town as me. Also, her interests included music, tattoos, piercings and motocross. She was definitely of my father.
I've seen a couple pictures of her and I've seen her facebook a few times- but I've only been in the same room as her once. This was in a bar, of all places. I was with two friends, one of which I've known for years, and it suddenly dawned upon me that this was the person I share a father with. I've asked quite a few people what they would have done- most of them say I should have said something, but what do you say to a sister you've never met? Especially after you've had a few drinks, and her boyfriend is djing at far too high a volume. I'm afraid to disappoint you, but I left the building without saying a word.
Probably all a result of my hideous lack of confidence, but I kind of regret it- and I do hope that I get another chance. I don't like the idea of having a direct blood relative and giving them the complete cold shoulder.
Yeah, no pictures tonight- it's that serious.
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