Dream...continued

Tadaa! Thanks to a special request, I will be attempting the impossible! I will attempt to continue a fly story (maybe not that impossible)! I kind of need to do some "get away" writing anyways! (^u^)

Dream (Part 2)

As he stood there, staring in disbelief, he mumbled, "Is this a dream?"
She smiled, "You remember!"
She walked up to him, "Do you think birds can fly?"
His eyes welled up with tears, "Not as high as you. A place I've dreamed of reaching since I met you."
The smile faded from her face, transforming into a look of surprise.
"A dream that came to haunt me, keeping me captive until I could reach it. I wish I had the chance to tell you. I wanted so much to tell you."
"Did you reach it?" she asked.
"I'm still trapped." he replied.
The surprise on her face continued to settle in.
"Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" he asked.
Her eyes were as though a mask hid many secrets, stories of pain, a beautiful mask of serenity. The conversation caught her by complete surprise, let alone seeing the familiar stranger she thought had long forgotten this place, since the last day they saw each other.
As she walked by, she put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "You're it!"
She started toward the tall grass. As she did, he remembered the last memory of her running into the grass, bringing about a painful fear that dropped his heart to the bottom of his stomach. He started forward, launched his hand out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She looked back to see the tears in his eyes. He paused a moment in the realization that he wasn't dreaming.
"Don't leave, please. I'm so sorry, I tried. I couldn't reach you, I couldn't catch you. I should have told you these things that day. I should have stopped you. I wanted to protect you." he said.
At that moment, she realized that he hid just how much her tears affected him that day. The day she disappeared.
"I thought it was a dream." she said.
He paused a moment and looked up at her.
"I liked the dream. I didn't want it to end. I loved this place more than anywhere else. When I had tears choking me, when my nightmares were catching up to me, when I felt the weight pulling me to the ground, I'd come here." She paused a moment and smiled as she looked up at the sky, "You chased it all away. All of my sadness, all of my fears, I felt free." She looked back at him again, "You did all that. You gave me my smile, I wish I could have stayed here with you." She let out a smile accompanied with a subtle laugh, "How long has it been Dreamer?"
"Ten years." he replied.
"That long huh?", she said with a smile. "You remember the first day we met?"
He thought back.

It was a sunny day, with cotton clouds in the sky. He was running in the field. As he reached the bottom of the hill, he heard a faint noise whispering to the waves.
He slowly approached the hill to find her facing the waves, crying. "Shine as brightly as you may, the blue bird will still fly away." she said softly.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She quickly wiped her tears and turned around to see him standing at the top of the hill in a boyish manner.
She smiled, "I was giving my tears back to the ocean." He responded, "You don't get your tears from the ocean." She smiled, "And you don't get your imagination from the sky."
He stood there a moment, trying to figure out what she meant.
"Are you sad?" he asked."Why do you ask that?" she responded. "Because, I'll share my secret with you." he said as he grabbed her hand. All she could do was be pulled along with a look of surprise on her face.
He lead her into the field and flopped down into the tall grass.
He pointed to the sky as he laid on his back, "Nobody can find you here. The grass will make you invisible. The blue sky, and the warmth of the sun makes me feel better. Maybe it will soak up your sadness when you're feeling down."
She looked at him for a moment with surprise, then she smiled and looked back up at the sky, "It does. Thanks! I won't tell anyone your secret."

"Yes." he said. It was the first time I saw you cry. I didn't see you cry again until the last day I saw you.
"That's because I didn't cry again until that day, I knew I had my secret field of dreams to go to. I knew I just had to hold on to my tears, my sadness, until I got there. Then you would chase them away and the sun would swallow them up. But even the sun couldn't swallow my sadness that day. I waited for the ocean to help me. But all I could do was dread the completed dream that day." she responded.

"Do you remember what I said?" she asked.

A Promised Story

So friends, here's that story I promised about my bronchitis. When I was about sixteen or so, I had gotten bronchitis really badly. I had gotten a severe fever first, but then I felt a lot better in a few days. I went outside, but neglected to take care of myself properly.
I still had a cold and spent far too much time in -15 degree weather in the daytime, as well as night. After about a week of ignoring the fact that I was still sick, I had developed bronchitis. I was coughing so hard in the mornings and evenings that I was "getting sick" for about three weeks.
After a week of it, we went to the doctors and got antibiotics, but it still took me two weeks to stop coughing so badly. Then, it was still in my breathing (was difficult to breathe without cough catch in mid-inhale or exhale) for about 2 months after that.

Now, whenever I get a cold, it comes back without fail. The good thing is that since that day, it's only like the recovery period (after the first three weeks) for about 3 weeks to a month. The only problem is, this last time, I got a severe sinus infection and it came back the worst I've had it since I got sick. It still wasn't as severe as the first time I got it, but this time I had difficulty sleeping (one night I didn't get any sleep at all).
 Last week I had been coughing so much that my ribs and stomach felt raw from it. I'm feeling much better now though. Now it's just a faint catch in my breathing. It gets worse in the cold. But I'm sure this is a really boring story.
 I don't want any of my readers to worry because I'm fine now. \O(T_T)O/ As good as almost new (I was born "almost as good as new"). Now for a random story off of the top of my head...

Dream

He watched his footsteps as he ran up a hill at the end of a field filled with tall grass. He was sure she'd be there. He slowed down as he the reached the top, to find her laying there in the short grass a fair distance from the ledge, listening to the waves. She was watching the clouds roll around between her fingers as she held her hand up. After a moment, she looked back to see him standing there. She took another moment before standing up and turning around to face him.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"For what?" he replied.
 She spread her arms out and then answered his question, "To fly."
As he folded his arms in a boyish manner he responded, "You can't fly. Do you think you're a bird?"
 She flopped her arms to her sides. As she walked toward him she said, "And you can't see. What are you, a mole?"
Then as she proceeded to walk past him she said quietly, "You'll never catch me if you keep your eyes closed."
At that moment she hit him. "Ow." he said.
 "You're it!" she said as she disappeared into the tall grass, leaving only a moving trail where she stepped. He smiled and  thought, "Today's the day. I'll catch you!"
As he disappeared into the grass, he woke up, only to find himself thirty again. The memory was so distant it seemed as though it were a dream. He let out a sigh of disappointment as he got up to prepare for the day.
As he stood at the sink, drinking his coffee, he lowered his cup to the counter for a moment as he gazed out the window.
"Shine as brightly as you may, the blue bird will still fly away." he said in a gentle tone.
"It wasn't your fault you know" came a voice from behind him. As he looked back, he saw his brother standing there, who also turned out to be his roommate.
As he closed his eyes a moment to recover from the slight surprise, he turned his head back to look out the window again, "Why do the clouds have to be so white today, it's as though they're mocking me.".
"Don't shoo the clouds away. The grey blanket may take their place, then the day would just be dreary." said his brother.
He peered over at his brother with an unamused look, "I have a nice big boot over there with your name on it."
His brother looked in the same direction and said, "Oh there it is, I've been looking for that."
"What are you doing today?" asked his ever so curious brother.
"I've got the day off, so I thought I'd go for a little walk."
"Suit yourself. If you want to do anything, give me a call." replied his brother.
"Thanks."

He took a long drive to memory lane. As he walked through the field, it felt as though he were dreaming. He could hear the waves, crashing softly. As he walked over the hill his heart filled with anticipation. It happened every time he approached that spot, even though deep down, he knew that he wouldn't find what he was looking for. Even though, he continued walking.
As he slowly came over the top of the hill he stopped to find his heart dropping from his chest.
There, standing, taller, her hair blowing softly in the wind, in a yellow sun dress dancing around her, no shoes, and a book in her hand. Could it be her? As she turned around, he could not believe it.
She looked up to find him standing at the top of the hill. Pausing a moment in surprise, she then stood straight up and said with a smile, "Well hello there stranger. Long time no see. Do you think we'll ever forget this place?"

Reminiscence...

I was reading through my old blog The Daily Chomp, and came across a post that was written with someone in mind. Someone I care dearly about. Anyways, I knew the likelihood of their reading the post was minimal. I am sure they haven't read it, but I thought about that illustration again.
For reference, it's on The Daily Chomp, November 3, 2006, posting called Illustration. As I read it, I remembered that I even thought up a story based on the principal of each person's house representing themselves, and the work left for them to do determined by experiences in their childhood. I suppose this entry will be a modified summary of that story. I have no idea why I decided to do this for my post, but this is it.

Each person is left a house, a responsibility that belongs to their parents until they become an adult. How the parents take care of it, determines greatly the amount of work left to the person to inherit it. But when building a house, or repairing one for that matter, there is much to consider. The people you choose to have on your crew, or allow onto your site, have a great impact on your amount of progress. You must keep a sharp eye out for plants from an enemy. Some learn this early, for many, this requires continual adjustment and growth. This is the story about a girl, striving to build a dream, the "impossible". What happens when it becomes too much, what will she do? Will she ever finish the project? Will she give up? Will it consume her until there's nothing left? Will she be alone, or will she have the help she needs to continue the fight? Will her enemy win, or will she conquer the challenges that arise?

That's it. Just some non-sensical thoughts passing by, though I suppose those belong on the other blog.