Dreams...

DREAMS

“Bianca, I said no. Don’t push your luck!” said the lad whose hair sat awry. His feet were gently lapped by the waves. The sun was setting over the horizon; it created an orange glow upon the sea’s surface. An auburn haired youth sat beside the young man. Both seemed to be in college, owing to the IDs and textbooks they held. The lass seductively said “But Ryan… please…” “N-no Bianca! T-that’s f-final!” stuttered the lad as he held his temple and gently rubbed it. “Now, Bianca, I have to get back to the dorm…” said the lad weakly.
Ryan banged the door to his dorm room and laid his bag upon the bed. “’sup?” said his room mate.
“Nothing…” he replied sourly. He plopped his head down on the soft pillow and relished the feeling. His temple was by now throbbing with pain.
“S**t! It’s getting worse…” he mumbled to himself.
“Well, I’ll be out tonight. Knock next door if you need anything,” said his room mate.
“Sure…” he said weakly.
“Sure you’re alright?” asked the other.
“Cal, I’m fine,” he said with weak finality. “Well, if you say so…” replied Cal. Before he went out, Cal slung his leather jacket upon his shoulder and took his keys that hung by the door.
“See ‘ya later!” said the other.
“Agh!!” Ryan almost dropped the glass of water he had in his hand. The cool drops hit his foot but provided little comfort. He reached for the pills in his bag, but he collapsed and lost consciousness before he was able to.
*** ***
“C**p!” Ryan spat out what seemed to be phlegm with blood. He looked around and saw a different surrounding. He saw a bathroom with a mirror on the wall opposite him. He saw himself and almost jumped back when he saw bloodshot eyes, weary face and unruly hair.
“Is he okay?”
“What do you think will happen to him?”
“Don’t worry…”
Ryan shrank back from the whispers that he heard. For once, he noticed that the light in the room was not on but a diffused glow was still present. “The F**k?” he said. He let water run from the tap and washed his face and tidied up his hair.
“He’s moving!”
“But he’s not waking…”
“Am I going insane? Go away!” he told inexistent voices. After a loud thump, the voices in his head melted away.
Ryan walked back to his room. It was tidier than he remembered. He lay on the bed, arms behind his head. He looked at the ceiling. The bulb was not on. Outside it was dark, but inside the room, light was present.
The door creaked open slowly. “You ready Ryan?” said a most seductive voice.
“B-bianca?! I-I thought I said NO…” Ryan began shaking.
“No you didn’t… you were the one who told me to come tonight…” the woman took her jacket off.
The door shut. Who could have known what would happen behind the closed door and moans of pleasure? The door shook on its hinges as a form banged against it. It vibrated as that which was behind it shuddered.
The woman left the room, a broad smile on her face. She wiped the sweat from her brow and laughed. Inside, Ryan lay bare-chested upon the bed’s tangled sheets. His face was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The next day came and Ryan went back to school. There was no sign of Bianca anywhere. Cal hailed him and asked if he was okay. Ryan responded by a wordless nod.
He had seen Bianca kissing a basketball jock passionately. He banged his fist against a nearby locker and saw that it had wounds but no blood poured out.
Back at the dorm he moped upon the still-tangled sheets. Cal had never come back. Weeks passed, months even. The memory of Bianca burned bright in his mind. One day, everything just faded into oblivion.
*** ***
Ryan felt a cold metal surface beneath his bare body. A suffocating plastic wrap covered his nude form. For some unknown reason, it simply slipped off of his form. He looked around, for the first time he realized it was cold.
It was a hospital morgue. Being a medicine student he had been to the place a couple of times, sometimes for reasons beyond academics. But that was beyond the point. He shivered, no nurses were on duty.
He didn’t even bother to find clothes. He pushed the door open, it was mysteriously ajar. He climbed the flight of steps and rapped the countertop at the nurse’s station. The on duty nurse was roused from her sleep.
She screamed at the sight of him and the tag that usually marked dead bodies in the hospital. The date on the nurse station’s calendar was June 14, 2013. The clock displayed 4:36 PM on its face. The tag on his arm said March 13, 2013 12:00 AM.
“W-what happened to me?” Ryan looked at his hands.
“W-what’s your name sir?” the nurse was shivering.
“Ryan Stanford” Ryan told her.
“C-cause of death: Stroke” she answered. “According to this, you had a coma for the first few weeks. Afterwards, you were declared brain dead because your brain had too small an amount of activity. You were scheduled for an autopsy but it was struck out. Your relatives never came for you.”
Ryan only stood by in stunned silence. He asked for clothes and walked out of the hospital. He had never once noticed the people that trotted around the hospital.
He went back to the dorm and saw that the building had been taken down. He went to the university and saw a crying Bianca. It had been months, but he never knew she was that devoted to him. He thought of going to her, but the vision he saw in his coma haunted his very core. He smiled sadly and walked away.
“Oh joy, I should go and inform my DEAR parents that I’m alive…” Ryan sighed. Back at the university, Cal went to Bianca and consoled her. Man looked upon grieving woman; grieving woman looked upon comforting man. Love formed anew from the end of an old age. Thus is the power of dreams.