I watched as the storm grew out at sea. It had been a year since Lucas had died in the horrible ferry accident. I had found myself and moved on, and back home to the sea, I missed it to much. The dreams I had were just that…..dreams. I saw him in my dreams all the time, so it was almost like he had never even left. The first several months were the hardest. His family was around for the first few months, always calling and checking on me. That stopped though, there were no grandchildren, so no real reason for them to hang onto me. My family was still quite supportive, always coming in and seeing me, especially since the breakdown.

I had been living in the cabin for about six months when it happened. I started seeing things. I thought that Lucas had come to me. He told me he had been abducted. I laugh it off now. They, meaning my family, thought it best that I move back home, I refused, of course. Well, then it happened, I freaked out. Mom said I was telling her that I was locked in, and could not get out, so she drove up, and discovered I had nailed all the doors and windows shut, I put boards over everything, screaming that they were watching me, and that they were coming for me. She finally had it. Called the police, and I ended up in a psychiatric ward for about 3 months. The doctor’s name was Marcus and he had eyes very similar to Lucas’, at first I would call him Lucas, and he would have to correct me. Little slap on the wrist and a shot of feel good, and well, I eventually got better. I don’t remember a lot about my time there. Mom said they kept me pretty much ‘high’ the time I was there, till about the last two weeks of my stay. That is when the dreaming subsided, for a while. I still have the dreams, sometimes they are good…other times they are pretty scary. I don’t tell my psychiatrist about the bad ones; otherwise they may admit me again. So, I just take my medicine and go on about my day, as normal. Occasionally, I still get an email or some small something in the mail. I still know they watch. I still know they are there. But they don’t bother me any more….they just check on me, and keep me dreaming.

It’s hard to live in a Dreamer’s reality, when they control the factors. The Dreamer’s are special people, they make you want the things you can’t have, and give you all the things you need. Then one day, they take it all away, and send you back to life, confused and hurting. Leaving a heavy mark and an empty burden on your shoulders. You constantly want to be one of them, so that you can make dreams come true….but they only allow a select few to join their ranks. Lucas is a lucky man, he got to move on into their world, and leave this dull life behind. It’s a whole new thing for me to sleep at night. I truly hope for Sweet Dreams and pleasant nightmares…then I know they are with me, and I am not alone.

The End