A girl sitting at a window. Performing Evelyn in a cathedral in England for school children. Horses the color of copper. A man with a speech impediment named Clarence.
What little I remember of my dreams last night was strangely mundane. I remember a man so talented with ice skating that he could carve people's names into the ice with the tip of his skate. I was upset because he chose Noelle's name instead of mine.
I remember colors. Bright, beautiful colors.
Sliding through the halls at a terrifying speed whilst linking arms with Alex and David as though we too were on ice. When I mentioned the heightening speed to David, he brought us to an abrupt stop. I think I had been afraid that a cop was going to pull us over and give us a ticket for speeding.
Maybe that last part wasn't so mundane.
When I told Clarence--the man with the speech impediment I had mentioned earlier--that my name is Katie, he said, "Mary." I wondered how he could know my first name and insisted that it was Katie. After seeing the look on his face, I caved in and admitted that people call me Katie although my real name is Mary. "See?" He said in a way that looked as though he was about to bite his tongue off. "I knew you looked like a Mary."
For some reason I was the only one who could understand his impediment.
Everything was so harmless... Everything was so safe.
There was one moment in a western scene (That was the scene with the horses. They were all being forced to run in a continuous circle. One of the russet colored ones had stopped near me so I could pet her. Silk under my fingertips. She was forced to move on. Another horse stopped as though aching for me to touch that beautiful, long nose...) when a man was shooting his pistol. A bit more haphazardly than I would have liked. He saw that I was ducking, afraid to be hit by his bullets, and snapped a shot right past my face. He smiled and gestured toward the wooden wall--looked like a barn door--he had hit. It was confetti. The shape of a flower.
I felt warm. No nightmares. No figures lurking in the shadows with the intent to hurt me.