...but it comes with a price. Complete trust. "Look at me," David asked me. I glanced up. "No, look in my eyes," he insisted. His eyes were green and brown. How odd I thought. I guess that's what you'd consider hazel?
"I know what happens in this dream," David said. "My dream lasted longer than just the gas station."
Wait, this can't be a dream then. A vision maybe?
"The old indian man told me that dark forces were on the way. He said to keep an eye on the girl. I didn't know who he meant until now. But he meant you," he went on to say.
But what does that mean?
"There are demons you must uncover from your past. If you shed the dark layers of your existence, the light will come forth."
I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. I knew what this meant. And I only hoped that David didn't know.
But David said, "I know what this means. I'm sorry to have seen this in my dream. I'm sorry what happened to you."
Oh fuck. I closed my eyes so tightly that all I saw was black and wished opening my eyes would reveal that this too was a dream.
"So where do I begin?" I asked out loud.
David shrugged his rounded shoulders. "If I were you, and I'm not, don't take this the wrong way. But if I were you, I'd start at the source."
"David, I've been through this before," I said. I looked up to the clouds with a nod to David. "He wasn't there for me when I was little so what difference does it make now?"
But then I realized, this isn't about religion. This is about my voice. A sense of empowerment came over me along with fear, anxiety, and complete sadness.
"Ok," I said. And that's all David needed to hear.
