they were all classmates of mine. in real life. i vividly remembered their countenance as they held my
hand and guided me through doors, after doors, after doors; the endless matrix that was desperately
trying to engulf me, alive.
what was the matrix supposed to represent? i actually can't tell you, even if i try to. i do know i was
struggling with impostor syndrome
at the time, so maybe it had
something to do with that.
all i know for sure was the fact that my classmates appeared in
my dream.
weirdly. interestingly.
the first person whose face rendered clearly was my first crush, let's call him T.
T was special. T was the first person to ever show romantic interests in me. i doubt he was genuine (because, you know, we were 11, and he was famous for being an up-and-rising player), but my feelings toward him were real.
i couldn't care less about the guy at the time he appeared in my dream though, which is why his appearance was so fascinating. i've moved on from my tiny little crush for about 4 years now--in retrospect, was my dream trying to tell me something? anyway.
he held my hand throughout the entirety of our escape, running away from god-knows-who. we arrived at an exit door, you know, a typical- building-exit door. he stopped and looked at me.
“i can only be with you until here.”
then he pushed me into the now-opened exit door. blinding white light swallowed my body until all there was where i stood was a frail shadow.
