Dating : Precious Isabelle and her “Dreams”

I would like to introduce you to Isabelle. She is a twenty-six year old who works as a waitress at a coffee shop in a small town told called Mystic on the coastline of eastern Connecticut. She’s completely unaware that she has an old fashioned soul. She truly believes that she is an average woman in her mid-twenties but she most definitely isn’t.

She doesn’t know it yet but she has this extraordinary ability to allow her mind to travel to places that cannot be proven to exist. All while being fast asleep. She tells herself that these experiences are nothing more than just vivid dreams. She can’t recall having such “dreams” growing up but they have become more consistent in the past two years.

Isabelle is under the impression that the onset of these unforgettable occurrences is simply caused by her upbringing. Her childhood wasn’t the best or at least that’s how she always would sugar coated it. Though it’s best described as one heart wrenching unfortunate event after another. Even as a young adult she has been through and seen an uncountable amount of pain in such a short span of time.

It’s currently 12:30am and she is fighting the inevitable urge to fall asleep. Although her ability has allowed her to have beautifully detailed “dreams”, most nights they were more like being a star in a horror film. Several times she has wondered if at night she enters her own personal Hell. She dreads falling asleep each night. Unaware of what awaits for her when she closes her eyes.

To her disappointment, she quickly falls right back into what she calls Hell. Isabelle opens her eyes and is in a place that she has never seen before. It looks and sounds like it could possibly be Mystic but all of the details reveal that is not. The atmosphere that surrounds her feels empty and hallow. She begins observing the ground and its neon green grass and then the perfectly circle shaped rocks.

She is afraid to look up because the terrain has already made her feel as if there is no escape. Then as if someone gently lifted her chin, she starts to gaze forward. Off in the distance she sees a tall man that she immediately recognizes. She used to know this man and if this was reality she would start to run away but this is far from it.

He begins to walk toward her and her to him. She has no control over what she does here. She never does. She thinks to herself “Stop! Please don’t do this! Turn around!” but she continues to gracefully walk toward him. Within seconds the far distance became only a few feet. He looked down at her and her up at him. He parted his lips and out came a sweet “Hello” and he softly put his hand on her shoulder. All while screaming inside she peacefully said “Hello” in return.

He then smiled at her and gave her a look that she had tried hard to forget. With that he swiftly turned around and began to walk away. Without her approval her body followed. While he was walking away from her she heard him whisper the words “I’m sorry”. She knew what was to happen next and that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

He was going to kill her like he had told her he would, not that long ago.