Chess Game

Date: 6/18/2016

I hear it all the time. "Your move." I would hear it at some point during my sleep. I just don't include it in my journal because it just doesnt match with the dreams. I also think it wasn't exactly a 'highlight' but since it's been nagging me, maybe it's finally worth mentioning. Now, I dreamt about it. It wasn't just something I heard anymore. I was having a chess game with this black figure. All black. No face. No features. Just blank. Just black. At first I thought it was the Crow from my Robin dream (a black figure appeared then too and talked to me). But in this dream, I wasn't sure if they were the same. It wasn't wearing a coat. I couldn't tell what it was wearing, to be honest. I couldn't make a move, though. The game is already in progress. I've lost more chess pieces. White pawns, a knight and another toppled down. Probably a bishop or a queen, it was too far to tell. Oh god, I must have been stupid to lose either so early. "Please, don't let it be the queen." I told myself. I could hear the clock ticking. It was louder now. "Your move." The black figure says once more. The ticking of the clock - another sound that resonated in my head since March. I could feel my right eye twitch a little the longer I hear it. I couldnt picture the board. But I can see the figure clearly. Though his face didnt exactly show an expression, I can somehow imagine a face. And it's mocking me.