I’m alone right now in scorching heat.
I’m laying down, and I can’t move.
I’m in a place of hurt and pain.
Wait, have I been here before?
This feels all too familiar.
I look around and see that I’m in a desert.
Brown sand is all around me,
No other colors are in sight.
I look up and the sky is blue with white clouds,
And the sun looks like a yellow light bulb.
It’s bright and intense.
The sky is strangely so familiar to me as well.
I feel like I’ve been here before,
But there’s just something missing.
Something that’s not making me see this place clearly enough.
Pain starts to intensify in my body.
My throat is swelling up,
Breathing is a struggle.
The yellow sun is baking me to a crisp,
The brown sand is only getting hotter and crueler to my skin,
I desperately need to be saved.
I hear footsteps in the sand coming towards me.
They get closer and closer,
I’m not sure if I should scared or relieved.
I’m not sure if I will be punished or saved by the person walking towards me.
To my surprise, a woman in a white robe stands above me.
She’s a beautiful and a sight to behold.
I want to beg her to help me,
But I can’t do such a thing.
My throat is swollen,
And excruciating suffering is trickling down my body.
And I can only depend on the woman in the white robe.
The woman in the white robe stares at me.
She smiles at me and pulls something out of her robe.
They are red sunglasses.
She kneels down to my level and puts them on my face.
She whispers in my ear that I must see and gently kisses my cheek.
Then, the woman in white robe walks away from me.
I don’t understand why she left me.
How could she not save me?
What did she mean that I must see.
I look around and recognize that this place is different.
The red sunglasses changed this place.
I’m now surrounded by black sand.
I look up and the sky is red with pink clouds,
And the sun looks like a big, white light bulb.
I kinda hear water and waves crashing somewhere in the distance,
Am I near an ocean?
Am I actually not at a desert, but somewhere else?
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a strange, yet familiar dream.
I can’t help but remember.
I thought I was at a desert,
But I’m not sure anymore.
I might have been somewhere else.
Yet, there’s something I can’t help but wonder
Why was I not saved by the dream girl?
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There are more parts in this Dream Girls series, but I have decided that part ten will be the last part I post and share with you all for now. Thank you to those that have been reading and following along with this series, it means a lot to me. Hope you enjoyed it!