Ever had one of those strange, seemingly realistic dreams? It was like seeing through a stranger's eyes yet at the same time, from a third person's perspective. Probably one of the most physically and visually real dreams that I have ever had. I could still see the shadows from the tall trees, her dress fluttering after her as she ran through the majestic hallway, and even the buttery, sweet, soft flavor of the purple 'water fruit' that she ate. I could still feel the emotions she had. Her rebellious nature. Her curiosity. Her love. Yet most of all, an extremely sad, nostalgic feeling. It was as if I was experiencing a past life or maybe, another dimension and another world through my dreams.
It started with a rape scene. Her entire family knew about it. Her entire family participated in it. She was just a small child too. It felt disgusting and she knew her life was not and never will be 'normal.' But she gradually accepted what happen and grew up particularly odd, yet always a pitiful character from how other people saw her. When she 'grew up,' her family arranged a marriage for her with the town baron--twice her size and twice her age but still rather quite young as his hair still particularly had a strong blond color to it. Now mind you, he was not an evil person nor an abusive husband as was her family. In fact, he was quite gentle and perhaps he even pitied her as others did, so he married her not only for her beauty but also as a favor to her. So, she accepted with ease and began living out her daily life.
The world she lived in was not particularly a bright world. It was tinted in pastel yellow, beige, olive and purple shades ranging from dark violet to mossy green to a nostalgic cream. Tall, dark olive trees surrounded the large, quite exotic white and golden rimmed mansion that she stayed at. Her dresses consisted only of monochrome cream colors. Her hair was always a light brown. The sun had never shown itself outside.
Now this is where her daily life started. Nonetheless, even though I didn't exactly see it, I knew of it. I knew of her uneventful, quiet life. I knew that her husband was often outside, on business trips and such; so, she was often left to the care of the maids of the mansion. And, I knew of her changing moods--one day would be filled with joy and others with extreme sadness and longing for something she couldn't quite put her finger on. But perhaps, today was a special day as she felt really rebellious in her nature. She waltzed into town with her head high, and decided to make trouble with the town police. Perhaps she insulted them. Or, perhaps she participated in some mischievous activities. In any light, the end result was of her escaping from them--or at least, attempting to. She darted through the curvature of the dark town alleys, her heart skipping from such excitement--from such a new experience. She felt almost alive from the danger. When she was running out of options, they nearly cornered her and the game was about to end.
But, it didn't. Because, out from the last corner, she found 'him.' Quite a handsome stranger too. I suppose he was watching her mischievous behavior because a knowingly smirk sneaked across his rough face. And he took her by the hand and spirited her away from town and away from life. She learned of his travels and the things he saw and the things he went through. By the end of the day, she was running home through the dark tall trees, light hearted and filled with a warm sensation. It was another joyful day. Her maids took note of her sudden mood. They first heard her footsteps and then they saw her bright, lightly pink cheeks. Her cream dress fluttering after her and her hair a slight mess from the eventful day but all was well. When her husband came home, she wrapped her arms around him with such joy, such love. The rest of the night passed calmly with no new events.
The next day, she woke up still a bit frenzied but she soon adjusted back to her 'normal' daily life. However, today was an odd day because her husband had decided to stay home. She learned later that he will be having guests over, perhaps fellow businessmen; so, she prepared for their coming. Nonetheless, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The excitement from yesterday was fading and her mood died down. At dinner, she sat with a blank face, her husband at her side. When the guests came, she could barely lift her eyes to greet them. She remained that way throughout dinner. When she was finished, she excused herself first, left the dining room, and headed towards her bedroom at the end of the long hallway. But to her surprised, she was stopped by a sudden voice and a hand placed gently on her shoulder. She turned around and there 'he' was. A tall, confident figure; but he stared at her with such a concerned face. She didn't know what to say or how to speak or even how to return his gaze. But, he remained there and offered her something--something that would completely change her life. He offered her the world.
The next scene was of her running through the forest. Her light brown hair was now a darkened shade as she darted through the place with the tall, mossy trees and no sunlight. Her once beautifully trimmed cream dress was now a rugged, torn piece of dirtied fabric. Yet she ran with such lightheartedness, filled with joy, happiness, and love. 'He' was no where in sight. But that didn't matter as she felt finally alive and free. After some time, she came upon a clearing. A woman with a fruit stand stood centered in the middle. She approached the woman with a curious smile and the woman offered her a taste of a strange 'water' fruit. It was naturally a dark violet in color and when the woman cracked the fruit open, the lavender juices burst out and what remained was a mushy flesh. With her dirtied hands, she scrapped some flesh off the fruit and ate it. The taste was of light, sweet butter. The texture was velvety. It was refreshing and she reached out to grab more.
