Part 2 Dream 2

                                                  PART 2 

 I apologize if you thought this dream was coming to an end. I am even more sorry if you thought that maybe that was the happy ending to a worry-stricken dream, because I'll just say this right now, this dream doesn't have a happy ending, and neither did the tens of other memorable dreams I've had did. This dream has a cold, harsh ending that stirs up a feeling inside of me that I'd soon like to forget, but that's never going to happen. So as you read on, please note that I am not making this up, and I might as well answer the question I get asked more often than I'd like to explain: Yes I remember it all, and more. So if you even care to, enjoy!

      Having been doused in a pool of peace, I  slowed my worried breath and walked up back to the Samsung area. Then I had another thought."Rafa could have died, just like that. I never would have said goodbye, or sorry for all the things I'd done against him. He could have... left us. Died! He could have died!" Again, the pace of my breath quickened, I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth with angst. My world started spinning, memories of all the arguments we'd had flashed before me, my conscious started whispering things to me that I didn't want to hear. I had to do something. I quickly grabbed Rafa who seemed utterly untouched by the fact that his death had been so close. " Rafa, come with me." I said with a kind voice. "Kay"Rafa said. Back through Chinatown we went, and just like that I was away from Chinatown, all I did was walk up a narrow slope at the hidden corner of an old shop and I was out of Chinatown, and in an old, Western-looking town.

     I brought Rafa to a big, blue, rustic bench, and sat him down. I proceeded to tell him how sorry I was for all the things we'd fought about, and how scared I was for him, and how I hope nothing like that ever happened again. I took notice to the fact that Rafa wasn't even listening, and so I decided to stop pouring out my intense emotions to a 7 year old, and simply tell him "Sorry." That's what I did and he replied with a collected attitude to his voice, "That's fine Ceci, it wasn't even a big deal." At that I sighed and asked him if wanted to take a look around this abandoned town and he said sure. We hopped off the bench and and started walking in the opposite direction that we came from. We came to a strange lot with two garages facing each other.The garage to our left belonged to some friends of our family, and their son was also a good friend of Rafa. The garage on the left belonged to some other good friends of ours, their daughter one of my best friends. Both families came out of garage to greet us. Suddenly, my mother appeared beside me as if she had been there all along, right at my side the whole time. She seemed to be in a very great need for a big white bucket of a pale lavender paint that our neighbors on the right had. "Yes, can I have that one? That one right there. " our friend seemed to veer away from the subject of paint, reluctant to give it to her."Mhhmmm... Yes, that's very strange behavior for a raccoon, but on to serious matters, can I please have that paint?" She revived the paint and grinned "Thanks, now I have to figure out what to do with this paint!" That was certainly my mom, even if she'd seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

     I turned to the left, bored with the dull conversation my mom was presenting. I saw Rafa run up to his friend, and start talking to him. There I was left in middle of the two garages, something that I felt happened to me often. I pondered on the previous events of my life in the past hours and grinned. So much could have gone way worse. Yet again, I exited the land of pondering I visited so often, and reentered the world of words and actions that I knew all too well. Where my younger brother and his friend had been before, a yellow vintage bug car was parked now. And with my brother inside of it at that! Ever since watching the film Herby; I'd always loved bug cars, especially yellow ones! Then Rafa's friend turned the key, igniting the engine. "Are you sure that's safe?" my mom said with worry, "I mean, you know, them driving a car?"she said again. "Yeah, they're fine in there! They're just havin' some fun!" the friends on the left said casually. Soon they were off, heading towards a field about as long as a football field, and at the end of it was a outrageously  steep mountain, almost like a wall, in which my brother and his friend were heading straight into! In merely a few second, the car had bursted into flames, puffing smoke out of it's vintage engine. I ran towards the mountain at lighting speed, and soon arrived by the car's side, to luckily find my brother and his friend without a scratch on their bodies.   I sighed. Rafa and his friend exited the now crushed car, and stared at it with a note of indifference  that struck me as odd. Yet again, Rafa seemed undisturbed by the fact that he had almost killed himself for the second time. Trying not to relive the hot air balloon incident, I too, acted like nothing had happened, and changed the subject.