February 9th, 2025
~ Ginger Protector ~
{ Dream Journal Entry #1 }
I had a dream that I was a princess or queen of some type, someone of importance that was being hidden from a man. This man was tall (around 6’3) and gloomy in appearance, around the age of 30. With raven dark hair, and very dark blue eyes. He had a pale complexion with the slightest bit of redness in his face just to let others know he was still very much alive. I do not understand why I was running away from this man. The only thing I knew is he was not a good person, and was trying to force me into marriage.
I was taken to a one story house that was very long with many rooms. The outside of the house looked modern, with red brick as walls along with a dark roof. The weather was an overcast and looked to have been previously raining before arrival. Given the darkness of the concrete and the drops of rain running down the car window. I arrived in a black van with a security guard and a woman who was around my age (24). The security guard dressed in a nice black business suit with dark eye glasses and an ear-piece opened my side of the door, and told me, “We have arrived Celeste.” (Given, this is not my name in real life, yet in the dream it felt very normal to be called this name.) I took his hand and allowed him to guide me out of the van and this was how I became aware of the way I was dressed.
I wore black adidas, with black leggings and a fuzzy white knit sweated that was oversized. In my dream, I felt I was very under dressed as if I was not used to being out in public in such a way. I remember pulling the sleeves down over my hands and crossing them over my chest, a sign of insecurity as I glanced down to the ground waiting for the woman passenger to come out and join me in front of the house. I casted my eyes towards the front door upon hearing a soft creak from it opening. In front of the door stood a younger looking man. I thought, “He couldn’t be much younger than I.” As he stepped forward in the doorway with a sincere grin on his face. I noted what he looked like immediately. Loose ginger curls that fell slightly into his eyes. Slightly reddened cheeks that had a stubble of a mustache and beard forming with a soft tan complexion. He wore a white tshirt with blue jeans. Very ordinary looking.
The guard motioned with his arm to proceed walking to the house to greet the man at the door. I remember my heart beating loudly in my ears, unsure who to trust or even why I was being taken to this unknown residence. As I walked, I kept thinking to myself, “How did I get here? Where is my family? And will these people really keep me safe from him?” The woman beside me had noticed my look of concern or the way my eyes glazed over in thought, so she elbowed me gently with a reassuring look. “Don’t worry Cece, they said they would protect us. They are very strong people.” I raised an eyebrow at this while glancing back at the man we neared. This? This ordinary looking man who did not look at all to be trained in any military, was to protect me from the most powerful cruel man that was after me? I almost laughed but held it in as the man gave a soft, “Welcome,” and “Come in please.”
Upon entering through the door, I stopped and stared at my surroundings. Like expected, an ordinary house with cream colored walls and random pieces of art or photographs adorning them. “Let me show you your room.” I heard from behind me as the door closed with a click. The ginger man looked at me walking past, again still having a look of politeness. I motioned for the security guard to follow me, not fully trusting this whole process. I was used to being in control, but now I felt as if I had lost that privilege somehow.
We walked down a long hallway before he stopped in front of a door.l, opening it for me. I stood beside him looking inside. The room had a queen bed, decorated in dark blue sheets that had a shimmer to them. The room was the same color as the walls outside, cream. There was an antique vanity mirror in the corner near the bed, along with a door that I guessed went to a closet.
“I hope you feel safe and welcome here in the next coming of days. I’m Ralph if you need me.” I looked at him as he explained and I could tell he was really trying to make me feel comfortable, but I still couldn’t shake the uneasiness in my stomach. “I have a call button on the side of your bed. It will alert the security if anything ever were to happen. Even if it is not an emergency, you can call someone. Everyone wakes up thirsty every once in a while.” He chuckled nervously, I noticed. Trying to make the whole situation more light hearted and less serious. I nodded my head and gave him a soft smile in response.
“What if I want to get a glass of water myself?” I wondered. It came out a little too seriously, even though I was trying to respond back in the way he had; but his eyes widened and he hurriedly ushered us back down the hallway to present the kitchen. It was close by and just around the corner.
“Feel free to take whatever you need, all of you.” He looked at the woman beside me as well as on of my guards who I now remember to be named Stanley. Ralph looked at the woman beside me and shook his head, “I’m so sorry for not getting your name. I tend to get ahead of myself.”
“Clary.” She nodded, pushing her blonde hair over her ear. I almost laughed seeing her blush so easily to a man she just met.
Next, we were shown the living room that was large in size with a U-shaped black leather couch in front of a large projector screen that took up most of the wall. Below it had a fake fireplace with led purple flames. There were also several rooms in the right wing, dedicated mostly to security. I didn’t realize how much security Ralph had as I did not see anyone, but he explained to me they like to stay hidden as to not bring too much attention to the property.
(The dream then skipped quite a bit, as usual for me, my dreams tend to fast forward a bit)
From what I knew, it had been a couple of weeks of living with Ralph and his security team. I was feeling trapped, as these long weeks I was not allowed to go outside of the property, not until the man chasing me was officially caught. So far, there were no leads on where he was at but thankfully as the days went past, I was starting to have hope he would never find me in a mundane house like this.
Ralph and I had become good friends. He was very good at trying to keep me entertained, by watching a tv show, playing board games such as Life and Jenga. To showing me his paintings while also teaching me how to paint.
(Clary, I learned was my best friend from childhood but for some reason, in my dream she did not have an active role. She was always in the background doing something else.
As my dream fast forwarded, it stopped at a scene of me waking up from a nightmare late at night.)
I stood up from my bed, and put on a hooded sweater before exiting my bedroom. I walked quietly to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea which always helps me to get back to sleep. Trying to remember the bad dream, I was in deep thought that I didn’t hear someone entering the kitchen. “I have people who,” I jumped horribly. I was already grabbing my tea and upon hearing a voice behind me I dropped the cup on the counter causing it to spill a little bit. “…can make that”. Ralph had finished during this embarrassing moment for me. I quickly turned around holding my chest and laughed. “Why would you do that?” I gasped. He laughed as well but had a look of apology as he grabbed a nearby hand towel and stood next to me cleaning it. He grabbed the cup in my hand and cleaned the bottom of it for me. I said a soft, “Thank you.” and took it to the bar of the kitchen counter, sitting at a stool.
Ralph came and sat next to me, looking around he wondered, “Do you want any lights on, it’s pretty dark in here. I don’t know how you managed to make that tea in this light.” I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder,
“I’m fine, the moonlight is enough for me.” And it was true, it was a full moon that evening and the light was shining through the blinds that were partly closed. We sat there for a moment, in silence as I sipped at my tea. He folded his hands on the table and cleared his throat. I curiously glanced at him, waiting for him to say something as clearly something was on his mind.
“I’m sorry if this sounds rude,” I raised an eyebrow wondering what it could be he was about to ask.” He looked at me with a wonder in his eyes, scanning my face. “You are not from this world, are you?” I remember my heart falling into my stomach as now I started to immediately become aware that I was dreaming (sort of). I know the look on my face was shock as he gave a reassuring smile and nodded his head. He looked away giving me time to respond, but how could I? I was in shock because at first I was Celeste but now I’m suddenly fully aware that I am dreaming. I am living someone else’s life or experience entirely!
“H-How do you know?” I stuttered out still trying to gather myself now being fully conscious. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “You are different from what I have been told about you. Everyone has seen it, you are not you. It is not a bad thing, but I have realized now that this might be the last time we ever meet.” He sounded sad, and my eyes started to water at this upon this realization. He put an arm around my shoulder and continued whispering, “I feel lucky, to know the truth entirely. There are things we don’t understand but I feel lucky to have spent this time with you. I really admire you, Hannah.” This is what nearly sent me in a spiral. He knew my real name…HOW?! And this is when it turned suddenly.
I was no longer lucid dreaming, I immediately went back into character. I was Celeste and it was like nothing had ever happened. My dream fast forwarded and all of a sudden, the man that had been chasing me appeared in the house. It was chaotic, men were fighting and I was running towards the exit with Ralph beside me trying to escape. But, I remember being yanked back by my shoulder and I let out a yelp. A strong arm wrapped around my chest, hugging me into him. Someone I didn’t want to be near…it was him. He found me. I wrestled in his grip as Ralph yelled for him to let me know.
“Evenenger!” I screamed the man’s name. “Let me go now!”
“No, you refuse my hand and run away? I don’t think so.” His gruff voice was in my ear and it made me shudder in fear. All of a sudden, two men wrestled him off of me and I sprinted towards Ralph but he pushed me further out the door and I realized he was not following me.
“We need to go!” I shouted but Ralph shook his head and went to fight Evenenger. My heart was pounding as I watched Evenenger punch Ralph in the side of his head, immediately making him collapse. Tears were streaming down my face as a security guard grabbed my arm and ushered me towards the black van.
“Evenenger stop!” I cried as he continued to attack Ralph who was still laying unconscious on the ground. The security guard covered my eyes forcing me to turn around to get in the van telling me not to watch. Clary was already in the van, looking battered and bruised with knotted hair. She wiped a tear off her face and said,
“This is how the story always ends. I’m sorry.”
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This was the end of the dream. I woke up to my normal bed with my heart pounding. I attempted to go back to sleep but alas, it was not meant to be. Could dreams be entirely made up? Or do our souls travel through the end of time, searching for another life to explore in different universes.
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