That was an excerpt from Silence of the Lambs. Ha! I don't know how else I'm going to incorporate that into a blog other than that. Don't laugh but I never actually seen the movies. I have a hard time watching movies about humans doing horrid things. Ghosts, zombies...those things I can understand but not the human mind. Life is too fragile to be wasting it away watching human behavior...IMO anyway... Okay, I'm done yapping...Let me tell you a story of what happened to me the other day...
I was away at Venice Beach...er, um, Florida...Not California...BTW: Venice Florida is much MUCH better...But I won't say anymore than that. Okay, so I was away at Venice Beach though I so love Siesta Key. The sand is Gorgeous there!!! White sand that feels like baby powder. If you're ever in the Sarasota area, I highly recommend going there though good luck trying to find a spot on Memorial or Labor day. But anyway, these are one of my favorite vacation spots.
It was heading towards sunset time and I do love to watch the sunset. The sun sets around here this time fully close to 9....I started enjoying it around 8-ish or so. I sat there in the sand and I put away my pad and pencil....Both of which are made from naturally occurring substances. Both are made from trees and such!!! I won't get into much more....Oh, yes! Where was I...Right. Moving on.
I must have dozed off for a bit because when I woke up, there was a young man sitting next to me. Apparently, he enjoys watching strange women drool in their sleep and whatnot. Okay, so maybe I wasn't drooling like you think I was but when I awoke, I was pretty shocked to see this man sitting next to me.
"Are you lost," I asked him.
He just smiles as if something I said was a joke or something.
"Just watching the view," his blue eyes were practically boring into mine.
I look away from him and back to the sunset where the sky is now colored with orange, pink, and purple hues. It sure is a sight to see.
"It sure is nice to see," I agreed with him. When I looked back at him, I noticed he was still staring at me.
Then he asked me the most strangest question. He asked, "What if I told you that today was the last that you'll ever see the sun?"
I answered a question with a question. "Are you into Tiger Army?"
He just smiled his mesmerizing smile and said, "No. But today is the last that you'll ever see the sun."
Okay, so that was the end of my trip to the beach....alone. And falling asleep....Whoa!!! BIG mistake. Never happening again. I folded up my chair and stood up.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," though I was lying. I didn't want to be rude and say, "Well, it was truly creepy meeting you."
"We'll meet again tomorrow night," he told me.
"Um, I don't want to be rude," I said. "But I don't even know you."
"Cody," he said.
"Diana," I said.
"I know," he said.
"But how? I've never seen you before until today."
"Oh, but you have, my dear, you have."
"Yes," he repeated.
"Then why don't I remember you?"
"Because each night you fall asleep and each morning you wake up with no memory. You have been coming to the beach every day for quite some time now."
"How long is 'quite some time'?" I grew curious about that one. I mean, wouldn't I remember being at the beach every day now and meeting some handsome young man every time. A creepy handsome young man but I can't deny his good looks.
"It's been about ten years now," he replied.
I give him a strange look. "Ten years?"
"Yes and for the past two years, I've been trying to wake you up."
"And we've been having the same conversation for the past two years now?" Why I was playing into his game, I have had no clue.
"Well, kind of," was his reply. "Each day for the past two years, I've been entering into your dreams, trying to talk to you. And each day, you forget who I am."
"Wait," I began. "Why only the last two years if I've been away for the past ten."
"Because I didn't know there were ways to enter into your dreams up until two years ago. I've been trying for years just to wake you up."
That day had grown more bizarre by the minute. I mean, surely I would remember this guy, right? And how is it that every day I would forget him?
"Okay," I gave a sarcastic tone. "Say I've been in this coma for ten years. How did I get here?"
"You were in an accident."
"What, like a car accident?"
"Well," he paused. "Not exactly."
"So, am I supposed to be dead?"
"Yes and no."
What kind of an answer is that? I wonder. "Yes and no," I repeated slowly.
"I may have told you too much," he replied.
"I don't understand," I said. I pick up my book and pencil and start to walk away. Surely this man is insane. He's just some stranger and he's playing some serious games with me. Or so I thought he was.
"What's the last thing you remember?" He called out to me.
I paused dead in my tracks. What was the last thing I remember? I turn around to face him. "You mean besides this bizarre conversation I'm having with you? You're a complete stranger. I do not know you."
"Just think, Diana," he was practically begging me. "Do you not remember anything before arriving at the beach? Do you remember how you got here?"
"Well, um," I was truly trying to think about this. The truth is, with him speaking, I can't recall. I replied with, "No."
Oh God! I thought to myself. Why can't I remember? I dropped all of my belongings down and I plopped myself down on the ground. I wanted to remember so badly. Cody walked over to me, kneeling beside me.
"This must be a breakthrough," he said. "You're willing to remember this time." I feel as he brushed his finger across my cheek to wipe away my tear. "Please don't cry. I wasn't trying to hurt you."
I said, "For some reason, I believe you."
"Yes. But I don't understand. Why do I forget you every day?"
"What you went through was a tough ordeal. Most would have perished by now but you're tough. You're hanging in there for some reason. I know that if you remember everything, you will want to come back to the land of the living."
"Ten years is a long time," I found myself saying. "Why would you wait ten years?"
"I promised I'd be with you for all eternity."
"All eternity," I repeated. The word, "eternity," is ringing a bell.
Suddenly flashes of Cody's face is popping up in my mind. I somehow do remember him but it's still all very vague.
"You're remembering something, aren't you?" Cody spoke to me.
"Yes, I-I think so." And then my mind flashed back to something odd. "Were we in high school together? Did we ever do a play?"
"A play?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Yeah," I reply. "It was a play based on Greek mythology."
He smiled at me. "You're recalling very early memories."
My eyes widened. "Very early memories?"
"Yes," he replied. "We've been around since the beginning of time."
Okay, so in my head at this point in time, I was ready to run for the hills.
"That is not possible," I protested.
He chuckled. "And why not?"
"People don't live very long."
"We're not just mere humans, my dear." His tone indicated he's being very serious.
"No," I said and got up to turn around. "No. No. No. No. No. This is not real. You are not here and neither is this scenery. You're right though. I am obviously dreaming and I need to wake up. But I know when I wake up, you won't be there and I'll be home and in my bed."
"Why do you think I am not real?"
"Because you're me."
"I'm you?" His tone was puzzling.
"Yes," I answer. "Freud said when we dream of others, we are dreaming of ourselves."
"Freud was a cocaine addict and a womanizer. All his theories were philosophical. We used to laugh at him, remember?"
"No," I candidly answered.
"And where do you think home is?"
"Home is," I paused and turned back around. "I don't know." I felt sad again. I plopped myself back down on the sand.
I looked all around me. There had to be some kind of a logical explanation for all this. I look down at the pencil and paper and came up with an idea.
"They say if you're about to die in a dream, you wake up, am I right?"
"That's not always the case," Cody seemed stumped by my question. It's right there that I realized we had never gone this far conversation wise.
"Well," I say as I pick up the pencil. "If I stab myself with this piece of wood, I should awake."
"You don't know that," Cody said. He truly looked concerned.
"It's worth a shot," I said. "I don't know you. I don't remember you and the flashes that popped up were very vague. I'm sorry. I wish I could remember more but I don't."
"Surely you would remember something or else you wouldn't have introduced yourself to me."
"Maybe," I said. "But this is far too bizarre and I don't want to live another ten years on a beach, waking up every day, with you creeping up on me and saying things like this is the last that I'll ever see the sun. I mean, are we vampires or something?"
He laughed at my gesture. "Vampires? Absolutely not. But this is definitely a sign that you are remembering. We were cursed because of the love we have for each other. We die every day and at night we live together. Then ten years ago, you died and when I woke up, I noticed you didn't wake up. You went into a coma."
"How did that happen?" I looked at him with curiosity.
"I was working on something to break the curse and," he paused. "I better not say anymore until you remember."
"Alright then, Mr. Cryptic," I found myself say. "If you won't tell me then I guess I have nothing left to lose."
I take the pencil and jam it as hard as I can through me. I can feel as it pierces through my esophagus and then my heart.
I started gasping for breath and then noticed, I was no longer on the beach anymore. I was sitting up in bed. Cody, who was by my side, woke up as well.
"Welcome back, finally." He gave me a hug.
For some reason, I felt like hugging him back and so I did. I break free from him.
"Do you still have the cure?" I asked him.
"I do," he answered.
"And have you taken it yet?"
"Not without you, my love."
"Then let's take this. I need to talk to him."
He asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?"
I nod. "He is my father and for some reason, he has never liked the idea of me being with you. We have been on different sides. But I need to tell him he can't control me like this anymore. After all I am thousands of years old. It's time he stops treating me like a little girl."
Cody smiled. "So you do remember? Everything?"
"It's all coming back in bits and pieces," I admitted. "Boy do we have a long line of history we shared."
"We sure do," he replied.
"Let's take this cure and head out," I said.
"It sounds good to me."
We both took the cure and headed out to speak to my father. I feel so alive because for the first time in centuries, I am not dead during the day, missing the warmth of the sunlight. And for the first time in a decade, I am not dreaming of a fake enjoyment on the beach.
I remembered everything thanks to the pencil I had handy. And of course, thanks to Cody for never giving up.
That's about all with the story. Oh and you might be wondering what I am. You see, my mother was human and my father was one of the angels that was cast down from heaven into hell with Lucifer and other fallen angels. Cody, on the other hand, had a human father and an angel mother that was not cast down from heaven.
His mother's missions were to be placed here on earth. And as Nephilim, we are neither cast to spend eternity in heaven or hell. It's earth. And while some of us are bad, not all of us are. But that's another story for another time.
Written by ©Diana Jillian 5/27/13
IDK...Some fan pic...Dean Winchester's face on the body of the dude from the movie Legion.
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