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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... what is happening to me ? oh God I am loosing my mind I dont remember how this masterpiece ended on my hands, what should I do, who should I tell, where do I go, should I run or should I stay here, why everyone is smiling at me ? Maybe I didn't do anything wrong, as the time passed by fast but in her mind time was slow and sluggish and everything was unclear that she was going through a deep mental dream even though she was awake, trapped in her own dreams walking but unconscious of what reality was at that moment, noone expected anything from her noone was looking for her and noone was looking for the piece of art that was in her possession all of this time.
she continues to walk around the hall, a long hall with many doors as she was looking at the end of the hall nearly 200 feet away someone was coming tours her and as they were getting closer and closer that other person was calling her name, Angela , Angela give me the picture she was very confused and disturbed when she realized that the other person was calling her name as they get ready to cross path all of a sudden she realized it was her at another time and sense the other Angela seems lost also looking for a lost paint that Angela was holding the ironi of this it the other Angela could not see Angela with the picture on her hands, she was desperately looking for her paint, lost and confused she tried to reach out but she could not grasp an inch of her it was like thin smoke in the air a floating image of her scent of her past it was like she was looking to her pastvery subliminal a real but not real moment a moment that just brought more sorrow and pain. Why I am looking for a paint when I really have it in my hands, why cant I talk to me and tell me that I am alright that please stop crying because everything it's alright. Angela stopped for a moment realizing it was to much to bear on that specific moment, with the paint still on her hands Angela heads on home to she desperately needed a shower and a cup of tea to think and make sense of what just happened on her unconscious mind.
Finally she gets home reach for her keys and open the door taking a deep breath of finally I got home walks into her appartment, flicks the foyer lights, takes off her shoes and hangs her coat. Walking slowlly to her room she take oof her dress and goes straight ro the bathroom, sits on the toilet and begins to cry, Angela for the firts time on that day was able to release some tears she felt a relief knowing she was home and she was able to rest and maybe in the morning she would be able to make sense of everything. Finally home and taking a shower she was getting ready for bed, because tomorrow was going to be a better day, a day where enlightenment was going to take place. finally drying her hair and ready for bed she noticed someone was on her bed terrorized and disturbed not a noise came out of her mouth but she really needed to know who was sleeping on her bed , slowly she approached to see finally who was the person sleeping on her bed, as she gets closer and closer she noticed a strange birth mark the she knew that only one person have it the same and at the same spot A dream catcher, just like mine as she get closer and closer her body was getting strangely light and colorless, scared of what she was witnessing she took a step back and realized her skin was going back to normal as she continues to step back. running to the living room she sees her paint on top of the table and another paint just like the one she just brought home at the living room wall grabing her hair shes screams loudly no no no whats happening to me what's going on feeling lost she sits down on her couch and realized she needs to speak with the other Angela to make sense of the whole ordeal. Determined she walks slowlly to Angela and with her arm she tries to wake her up as her skin was getting clear she reach to her shoulders and noticed that her whole arm sank into Angelas body scared and this time determined she realized that she was out of her body, that somehow she got out of her body and didnot knew how to get back to her self. now that everything qas clear to her finally she surrender to her fears and lay in bed with her self Angela.
Slowly she enters into a deep sleep.
Next morning Angela woke up and asked her self what was happening and it was clear her spirit raised from her body and did not knew how to get back .
Running to the living room looking for her paot and there she was hanging on the livingroom wall trying to make sense of the dream she realized her most valuable possession was that Beautiful paint and that she will take it with her no matter where until death do his part.
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... what is happening to me ? oh God I am loosing my mind I dont remember how this masterpiece ended on my hands, what should I do, who should I tell, where do I go, should I run or should I stay here, why everyone is smiling at me ? Maybe I didn't do anything wrong, as the time passed by fast but in her mind time was slow and sluggish and everything was unclear that she was going through a deep mental dream even though she was awake, trapped in her own dreams walking but unconscious of what reality was at that moment, noone expected anything from her noone was looking for her and noone was looking for the piece of art that was in her possession all of this time.
she continues to walk around the hall, a long hall with many doors as she was looking at the end of the hall nearly 200 feet away someone was coming tours her and as they were getting closer and closer that other person was calling her name, Angela , Angela give me the picture she was very confused and disturbed when she realized that the other person was calling her name as they get ready to cross path all of a sudden she realized it was her at another time and sense the other Angela seems lost also looking for a lost paint that Angela was holding the ironi of this it the other Angela could not see Angela with the picture on her hands, she was desperately looking for her paint, lost and confused she tried to reach out but she could not grasp an inch of her it was like thin smoke in the air a floating image of her scent of her past it was like she was looking to her pastvery subliminal a real but not real moment a moment that just brought more sorrow and pain. Why I am looking for a paint when I really have it in my hands, why cant I talk to me and tell me that I am alright that please stop crying because everything it's alright. Angela stopped for a moment realizing it was to much to bear on that specific moment, with the paint still on her hands Angela heads on home to she desperately needed a shower and a cup of tea to think and make sense of what just happened on her unconscious mind.
Finally she gets home reach for her keys and open the door taking a deep breath of finally I got home walks into her appartment, flicks the foyer lights, takes off her shoes and hangs her coat. Walking slowlly to her room she take oof her dress and goes straight ro the bathroom, sits on the toilet and begins to cry, Angela for the firts time on that day was able to release some tears she felt a relief knowing she was home and she was able to rest and maybe in the morning she would be able to make sense of everything. Finally home and taking a shower she was getting ready for bed, because tomorrow was going to be a better day, a day where enlightenment was going to take place. finally drying her hair and ready for bed she noticed someone was on her bed terrorized and disturbed not a noise came out of her mouth but she really needed to know who was sleeping on her bed , slowly she approached to see finally who was the person sleeping on her bed, as she gets closer and closer she noticed a strange birth mark the she knew that only one person have it the same and at the same spot A dream catcher, just like mine as she get closer and closer her body was getting strangely light and colorless, scared of what she was witnessing she took a step back and realized her skin was going back to normal as she continues to step back. running to the living room she sees her paint on top of the table and another paint just like the one she just brought home at the living room wall grabing her hair shes screams loudly no no no whats happening to me what's going on feeling lost she sits down on her couch and realized she needs to speak with the other Angela to make sense of the whole ordeal. Determined she walks slowlly to Angela and with her arm she tries to wake her up as her skin was getting clear she reach to her shoulders and noticed that her whole arm sank into Angelas body scared and this time determined she realized that she was out of her body, that somehow she got out of her body and didnot knew how to get back to her self. now that everything qas clear to her finally she surrender to her fears and lay in bed with her self Angela.
Slowly she enters into a deep sleep.
Next morning Angela woke up and asked her self what was happening and it was clear her spirit raised from her body and did not knew how to get back .
Running to the living room looking for her paot and there she was hanging on the livingroom wall trying to make sense of the dream she realized her most valuable possession was that Beautiful paint and that she will take it with her no matter where until death do his part.
