by Ben Davies

Created on: April 25, 2009

"I never usually dream but last night I had one of the most vivid ever. I remember when I was little I used to have dream in which two short vampires, a boy and a girl, with green skin and boot-polish black hair, and they used to terrorise me. One night, I actually woke up and saw them both, deep in conversation at the bottom of my bed. Naturally, I was terrified, despite none of the things they did being really bad - remember back to when you were a little kid and think about what you thought was horrible and how different it is now. At least I had company in those dreams though.

This dream was more grown up though, but not nearly as terrifying (I dread to think what would happen if the vampires became part of my night-time world again). I was alone, and I went about my life surrounded by people, just never talking to them. The dream was in fast motion and everything was a blur, but I could tell what was happening as time advanced, I started to disappear, becoming more and more transparent. I suppose it should have been sad really, but because I was alone, because I was so individual, I could do whatever I wanted. I could spend hours in antique books shops reading ancient catalogues of legends no one wants to hear. I could play music for as long as I want with no limit on the volume, and I created beautiful, beautiful songs which I know I'm not skilled enough to replicate. I could travel anywhere I desired, discovering not only exotic places but real places with real people and no tourists. Writing that, I can see being individual isn't a good thing since I was ignored, I often got locked in dark shops overnight, and there was no one to listen to my symphonies, and I was solitary on my travels. It was like I was the last person on Earth. Although this may seem quite sad, fading away eventually, there was the most beautiful piano song playing as a backing track to the whole cycle, which changed with the season but aways remained similar. It sounded new, exciting even, ironic considering what a dull existence I lived without people. Without company, I could truly be myself and accept my personality for whagt it is - around people, I am a different person. It shouldn't be the case, but it is. I don't know. Maybe I just have a strange mind and have strange meaningless dreams.

Please remind me never to go into psychology I have the analysing powers of a curious school child armed with a cheap yo-yo."

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