"Please Rudolf! Make them stop!" I pleaded.
I begged him on my hands and knees to please make them stop at last until he bent down, grabbed me by the shoulders and jerked me up to my feet in one swift and effortless motion. I had no energy left in me to fight but I wanted him to make them stop! Just stop! He grabbed my wrists as I raised up my arms and yanked me closer to him so I could look deep into his dark and empty eyes.
"No, let them sing," he said, completely undisturbed by their tormenting voices and at absolute peace with himself, "I've already silenced them once and if you do it a second time you deserve the same fate as me."
And then I woke up.
The breath came back into me forcefully and my eyes flicked open instantaneously. My heart was erratically beating in such a way that I honestly thought it was going to literally thought it was going to explode out of my chest. I placed my hand over my chest just to remind myself that I was indeed still alive, that my soul had returned to my body after my deep slumber, and to hopefully ease a few of the chest pains. I was covered in sweat to the point that I felt like I had just stepped out of the shower, except that I wasn't clean. So much for taking a shower before falling asleep on the sofa the previous night!
Calm down, calm down, calm down. It was much easier said than done after something like that. That hadn't been just a dream. Things had went way beyond that. I had went somewhere, literally went somewhere. Everything was so vivid and so real, there was no way that had been just a dream. I let my head flop back on the armrest of the couch and did deep breathing exercises so I wouldn't have to take anxiety medication. I dreamed often, constantly really, but not like that. That had been much more than just a dream. But what exactly had gone on? What the hell had just happened?! It was as though my soul had transcended time and space.
I had probably been fidgeting around violently in my sleep for quite some time because my cat who always slept with me was on the floor not far away with her backed arched and the hair standing straight all over her body. How long had it taken for me to calm down? I didn't know. I had not slept very well because of what happened and my body felt sore the moment I tried to move. I eventually found the courage to get up and take a shower to cleanse myself from whatever my soul had done while my body was sleeping. I even skipped class that morning and went straight to a scholar that could interpret dreams for help with putting my mind at ease because what had happened was not easily explained.
That wasn't just your average dream with a superficial meaning. I hadn't gotten drunk, taken any medication or anything else that could've impaired my state of mind last night. I wasn't feeling ill. I hadn't done anything, watched anything or thought of anything even remotely similar to what I'd experienced during my slumber. I had gone somewhere, my soul had gone somewhere while I was asleep. I was always taught that during the night God takes our souls and returns them once we awake those whom He wills and keeps those whom He wills. But what exactly had happened? What did all of it mean? What did it have to do with me?
I had never experienced anything like that before and I couldn't easily shake it off. No, it was too intense for me to just let it go. There was no letting it go even if I had wanted to and honestly, if it had been just up to me, I would've loved to simply have forgotten about it. Go away, please be quiet! But no, I did not want to die the same way Rudolf did. Had I really seen him?
"The image of Rudolf is a very significant symbol for you Leila," the scholar told me, "what he told you about himself is the same as what he wants you to know about yourself."
"What?" I asked, completely confused and dumbfounded.
That is your interpretation of my dream?
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Lost Thoughts (Volume Two)Short Story
Take a roller coaster ride in this second volume of experimental short stories, each of about 2500 words, mostly written as writing prompts over the years. With all genres from mystery to humor to serious stories about important and relevant topics...