162 Wishful Thinking?

Becca.

Closing my eyes tightly, I forced to the front the memory of the dream before it could leave me.

Yea, it was after the Disney dream, I had been so happy and content I had thought the dream would continue in that way until suddenly, the pattern changed and the bright colorful place became dark and I was thrown into chaos looking for my parents.

I searched and searched everywhere, calling for them but there was no response. Giving up hope, I had turned my back to walk away when I suddenly heard a tiny sound of footsteps and a whisper behind me.

In that dream I remember turning slowly with a bloody eyes which till now I don’t understand the meaning, maybe it stood for my pain, pain of betrayal I don’t know but I had turned at that moment with bloodshot eyes only to see my mother, not looking much older, standing a few feet away and calling to me softly with agony and tears in her eyes.

But even in that dream, despite how long she called to me, my leg could not move and I found mys