The Dream

There came a point in your life that something big, or dangerous, happened. Something I couldn't let happen.

And so I traveled through time.

Whether or not I solved this potential problem, I met you on the pews of the most gorgeous Church / School I had ever dreamed. Maybe you added to its beauty.

What I had set out to accomplish in the first place might as well have been settled for at that time it was as if I met you for the first time and fell in love with you for the first time all over again.

We caused havoc and explored the Church. Finding ourselves in the middle of the night at the top of an indoor tower where we couldn't help but laugh at the elegant elephant decorations or swoon at the moon.

Your dorms were underground, where only the tail-end of light burst through the bottoms of windows. Surrounded by a library, I found it funny how fitting it was. And that somehow I snuck in to be able to sleep next to you for the first time all over again.

Morning came and I found myself faced with your classmates who, for no apparent reason, all spoke japanese. You knew it too, but as if to prove just how intelligent you truly are, you had already mastered these languages.

In order to be able to pay for my living in this time, I turned to begging with two accomplices. We had a routine down and somehow it worked. We received money.

And I saw you again.
We walked the park by your school and appreciated all of the little things in life.

And something happened. Part of the school collapsed. Tragedy was thick in the air. But I had no clue what happened to you. You didn't die, you just disappeared.

Lo, I returned to begging. Perhaps you weren't gone. Just, in hiding. It was on that day I received a Turkey Penny. Apparently these were quite rare, so my comrades and I celebrated. However, while they weren't looking I slipped the coin into my pocket.

Lucky thing too. For we were immediately robbed of our earnings by an eager man on a motorcycle.

I shrugged and retreated with my penny in pocket to meet a friend of mine I had made on this journey. We walked the path around the park until we got to a house of a child's birthday. The parents informed us that instead of coming in, we should just grasp the top of the wall and hold ourselves on top.

The dad was teaching the boy to drum on a ball. He was very good but the child couldn't quite get the exact rhythm his father had. Even if the child's rhythm in itself was impressive.

Later I met up with my begging buddies and we reminisced about old times. I was part of this time now, no longer a traveler. I took out my Turkey Penny and showed it to them. They all smiled and patted me on the back.

I remember the final moment of the dream, one of my friends told me

"Yeah that could definitely stop a bullet."
And I thought of you...