Teenage Reality

Date: 10/31/2016

I was a kid waiting for someone to come back to life. They had died and I anticipated their resurrection. I was a teenager, alone, lonely. In a big city. There was an airport I would frequent, I didn't go there to fly anywhere, I went late at night because it was beautiful, black and carpeted with lockers which looked like they belonged in a magazine. It was almost always deserted. I went there for the ambience and because I was sad. I met someone at the airport, a boy, or a girl I can't recall, but they seemed interested in me. After that I stopped going. I ended up living with my sister, older, and some guy she met, married, or who became our guardian in someway. It might have been as simple as a boarding house for her and me. There were other people who lived there but I never saw them. I still waited for the resurrection. I could picture clearly their grave, more like a raised coffin like snow white only gothic, in a cave in a cemetery. I just waited. Finally the guy annoyed me. He was military, regimented, I saw him outside of home and he chastised me. Rightly I think, I was dangerous sometimes, due to a physical thing. Like being a werewolf although I wasn't one. It was something else which never fully came to be. It was more related to wings and fire and air and spirit tho. Like I could become a spirit flame like entity. Perhaps. He scrutinized me at home. It was annoying. I had a device, it was a phone I think, which was like a box with both metal and a glass screen on each side, split down each side fifty fifty. I often watched it like a TV, and would watch and wait for them to wake up resurrect and come back to me, for the guy to leave each morning for work, for other things. He was actually kinda young, like 23 but seemed old to me. He was either very tan or that color naturally. He had a baby face and eventually my sister offered the fact perhaps he was getting to know me not hounding me so he could be comfortable at home. I did give that some contemplative energy. At the end of the dream I was running off somewhere and several people tried to stop me. I think they thought I was going to, kill myself? Although it meant something different here and was done differently. But they were scared and I was angry and acting rashly, desperately, with chaotic mind and energy. It felt like that desperate edge before you try suicide. What set me off was the truth that they wouldn't be resurrecting, they had resurrected already, then died again, and no one told me. I say they because I had been waiting for a they, but it was referred to as he when I over heard that little bit. I had been in a pool swimming and listened to someones adult conversation. The guy knew too and never told me. Ultimate betrayal.