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Dreams.......
It's a unique feeling waking up super angry, and then descending into depression...Woke up this morning from what felt like the overall best dream ever; so, I was already angry that I was having to leave; then, I started to forget all the details about it, so now I'm depressed, since all I can't recall now is that I made some really, really great friends in that world, wherever it was. And now, I can't even remember their names, or what they looked like...
How can I not recall their names? But, now, the more I think on it, the more small details slip into my concious mind. I recall we were extremely close friends, but not just friends; more than that, we were family; they were my brothers and sisters, not by blood, no, but by a bond maybe even stronger: we were family through the bond of battle. I can just barely see us, together, fighting on the field of battle, facing truly impossible odds, and yet, somehow, we came through, and we saved millions. I saved millions of lives fighting alongside them, and I can't even remember their names, I can barely even see their faces.
But, no, there was one, one who was something far more than a comrade in arms; she was my love, and I, hers. We were made for each other; every flaw I had, she excelled in; the few flaws she had, I was the master of. I remember; we had a picnic one afternoon, on the moon of Vega VII; The sky, a bright orange, the grass, a vibrant azure; and yet, it all paled and faded into the bakground when I looked at her, with her bright, flowing crimson hair, and those brilliant emerald green eyes that always flashed with a powerful inner light whenever she got angry. She was mine, and I was hers.
And now, I can't even remember her name. We fought together, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes with each other, but we always, always loved the other. We lost so much, fought so hard for what was left, and we always did it together.
And, now......
Only now, do I recall her name: Amelia; Amelia Scott. My love.
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