The Pointy Scapes of my Dreams

My 2007 Honda CR-V has come to a stop, and opening the door is a familiar face, my best friend Esha. In my conscious mind, I’m reflecting on how the figure represents someone I know and I am close to. It used to be a blob of gray matter whom I felt the dearest form of affection for that entered. Already in the backseat resides a girl whose face is a depressing grey facade. My heart burns with annoyance and a bloodthirsty anger for the girl in the backseat, but not for Esha. I’m uneasy: I feel like I carry the lives of this person whom I love so much and one who riles a deep and rotten hatred in my heart.

We start our journey in a wide open prairie where the grass is greener than green, and cones, the size of 4 cars, are stacked, with hard points protruding from the grass. I continue driving along the dirt road coming to a stop in front of a forest, (where a sunny sky but yet a promise of rain prepares to fall) filled with strange looking hybrid animals. The animals are grotesque mutations and conjure more fear in my already ~characteristically~ worrying heart. The engine of my beloved car has come to a sputtering stop. This much was to be expected from the tired old machine that has been my mom’s companion for fifteen years now. I get out with the tenacity to glue the rut together, but I feel a horrible energy enswathe my body instead. I turn around and see yellow teeth gleaming at me and hands that are coming at my neck too fast for me to move away from harm.

I let out a scream, but I know who the monster is. The girl in the backseat.

And my recurring dream had come to an end. Over time, different aspects of this dream have developed and I have noticed new things. At this point, the progression of it has led me to a realization. My emotions control me, both positively and negatively. I’m just like Frankenstein’s monster - I love too hard but hate with the same passion, and my hate will come back to bite me in the end… when I need love to support me the most.