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I soon drifted off to sleep. Maybe it was the beauty of the sky that was the resource to the dream I was about to dream. Maybe deep into my subconscious was the reason for my dream-- or perhaps it is simply my passion for the universe that sparked it. Whatever it is, it was by far my most vivid dream to date.
Recaptured back into my child hood home, I felt a sense of uneasy feeling. I was surrounded by family. My observances took me to a time of night, where darkness was just a few hours old but the light still needed invention. I looked out the living room window and caught a glimpse of the moon. It appeared to be descending from the sky hours earlier than its supposed to. I shot looks at my family who were completely oblivious to the strange phenomenon and quickly brushed it off when I brought it to their attention. They simply convinced themselves this was something normal. I, on the other hand, knew for a fact, it was anything but.
Letting my anxiety get the best of me, I explained to them at two in the morning, the moon does not descend that fast in our skies, nor does it set in a completely different corner. For as long as there has been a natural satellite, the moon has never been in the norther part of our skies, it rises in the East and sets in the West, but this particular night, it had risen in the north and was setting in the south. It was after this my sisters shard the exact same anxiety and confusion I had. Our parents, who have not woken up from their slumber, despite the noise of panic that filled every space in the house, I looked to the opposite wall and out our window, just in time to see a lot of our neighbors congregate to the yard outside our house. There was a dozen faces, yet they all looked the same, all but one. One little girl that had taken up residence in our tree in our front yard looked very different and she acted almost insane at times and she was very persistent in getting into our house. I thought that locking all the windows and doors would keep this child out, but, I thought wrong, very wrong. As the moons descent from our skies was shortly coming to a halt, her skin became more translucent and liquid-like. I stared into her emerald green eyes and while I was so fixated, I was slow to see her hand reaching out to me and I was then startled back into reality when her hand and part of her arm had come into the house through the wall and grabbed onto mine.
It was a blood curdling scream that woke my parents just as they saw me walk through their bedroom wall. I could not find the right words to explain to them what exactly was happening. I was only able to get out the words, "its happening" before everything I ever saw blackened out of view, everything I had ever heard, deafened and everything I ever felt left the memory of my skin. I had almost given up on seeing something other than darkness, when a metal object came into sight. As it drew closer, I noticed it was in the shape of a small cross. It looked very old, it was tarnished and weary and looks as if it had sprung to life after being deeply ground into dirt and rock of centuries long ago. It had a small dab of blood just on the tip of it. It touched my eyes and each of my ears, my sight was slowing coming back to me while a rush of beats filled my ears, I was listening to the sound of my own heart in this calm solitude.
