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Last night I dreamt about someone I see regularly on the train.
We’ve never talked, but there’s an energy between us that’s hard to describe, just something you feel.
I knew it was him straight away in my dream even though he was dressed in a long black cloak with a hood that came right over his face. He kept holding out his hand and I tried to grab it but he was always just one step ahead of me. All I could think of was putting one foot in front of the other. The path up the mountain got narrower and narrower but I couldn’t see the end. Even the top of the mountain was hidden in the clouds.
There was snow everywhere that night but it wasn’t crisp. It felt as if I was wading in toffee. My legs were heavy but I knew if I could just catch up with him, I’d finally be safe.
So much snow. The cold circled my heart with ice. In comparison, he was surrounded by a glowing ring of fire. I wanted so much to catch up with him, but his hand was always out of reach.
It was good to wake up.
I was nervous catching the train this morning, but neither of us looked at each other. I tried to forget my dream but when we got to our destination, I couldn’t stop shivering. It was so cold in the carriage. Icy. Then I felt him standing behind me. In my panic, I opened the carriage door too early. The last thing I remember was the feel of him pushing hard at my back, the shock of trying to grab for his hand as I fell back. And back.
But however hard I tried, I couldn’t reach his hand.