I’ve had these dreams for a while now. I think it’s been a week? I’m not fully sure. It was all fuzzy at first. A dark world. Glowing eyes. Much more red than the robes. Faces were blurry. When these dreams were first introduced to me, my nerves felt heightened if that makes sense. I knew it was anxiety. But now, these things are becoming familiar, like it all happened before.
Let me recap on what I’m always seeing:
I see eyes. Eyes that glow red. Staring. I think out of the things present in the dream, this is the scariest. They stare at me like they’re expecting. Wanting me to do something. But I never know what to do. Two other people are always present. One with curly black and red hair. Rounded face but sharp features. Dare I mention he has red eyeshadow? The other one.. I can’t see his face well. But there was a time I was in his body. He.. or I? I was offered something. A jacket with red tape on the shoulders. Now personally, I don’t know what it could mean. But to him, definitely something important. The other man looks at him expectantly too, as if he should take the jacket. But he hesitates, and walks away. Then it ends.
Something happened when I experienced that. I met someone. That same exact guy with the red hair. But he wore something different. He wore an olive colored sweater decorated with slabs of yellow tape crossing over his heart. I was scared when he appeared in my room so suddenly that night. Yellow was a color that meant danger, sin, fear. Its only meaning was a group of people who were banished from Dema. Banditos. People who have defied the Bishops and Vialism. The Bishops had said never to trust the Torchbearer. Kids younger than me would talk about how scary him and the Banditos were. But now, I was speaking to him. Face to face. He was reassuring. Gently holding my hands when I clenched my fists. He sat me down on my bed. He explained everything.
That person who hardly had a face? His name was Tyler. And I was similar to him. But not him.
We both are Clancy.
We both are in a cycle.
But we are not the same people.
And this Torchbearer guy, the one who spoke to me said he will show up when things get hard for me. But things are never hard for me.
. . .
Is it bad I think I can trust him?
