Dreams

 Every bridge or road leads to somewhere. The question is where they lead. Whether they lead to Hell or Heaven, it is impossible to see the same path twice. Nor will you ever be in the same destination. So how do we know where we want to go? I chose the path of light. The one path I never followed before...

  Where am I? A school? My vision blurs. But then it clears and I see... I can't be sure what it is. But then everything unfolds like origami. It's a classroom.
"Hello?" I ask the teacher. No response. Then it becomes clear that no one can hear me. Am I a ghost? No, that's not right. I felt alive a moment ago....

I'm real again. No longer immaterial. There is a poster that says "Come and get me." What does it mean? I ignore it because I don't know what it says. I feel a push. It's a man with two other people. Obviously a lame excuse for a gang.
"Outta my way, kid," one said. "My turf."
"Where were you when they were passing out brains?" another spat. The disgusting pieces of trash.
"Where were you?" I snarled. a pressure eeps out. The three men trembled in fear. Darkness swallowed me. the last thing I saw was the three men disintegrating, vanishing into nothing but atoms. I.. did that. Yes it all becomes clear now. I 'm a demon, and this is my dream world. What a nice sentiment. A demon drifting in a dream. it doesn't matter now that I'm falling away into another dream.

Water. Sweet water. I'm drifting through it in a sleep. I hear everything above. It disturbs the silence. I wish for them to disappear and they do. I drift until my eyes open. I'm standing. On the essence of my existence. I dream of drifting and solitude. I dream of soaring to the sky. I close my eyes and dream. I open them once the sound of silence becomes unbearable......