The Beautiful Nightmare

I had a beautiful nightmare last night, there was a parade and I was in a long white gown with slits in the waist and one shoulder dropped, it constricted my knees and made it hard to run. I had to run, because I was being chased. I was being chased by all my past failed romances, the ones that persisted after denial. One by one they gave up on the chase until the ones whose persistence lasted longer and longest continued to chase me. I could name them all, except one. I ran and ran through the parade and through shoppes with wild season sales, people frantically moving everywhere. I ran and ran, up elevators. Until I had outrun all but one, the one I couldn't name because I couldn’t recognize. I hid in a bathroom with a ten foot pole with a fishing hook as my only defense. The chase had run for hours. Only the tip of the hook was visible from the hall and if I just hand’t moved it, I could have stayed hidden, but i pulled my overbearing defense in toward myself and in doing so I alarmed the unnamed man-boy chasing me. he ran into the bathroom and saw me standing there in the shower, my long gown destroyed from the chase and my knuckles white from clutching the 10 foot fishing hook. I stretched it out toward him, with the sharp tip pressed against his chest, he pressed forward pushing me back, pinning my defense 10 feet between us. He spoke something that doesn't make any sense now that i'm awake. “you're just going to disappoint them, your sister. everyone. if you run, i'll catch you, if you hide i'll find you. you can never escape from me.”  I was afraid to hurt him, he carried a false innocence with him. He looked so handsome and sweet and seemed very strong and attractive, but in a terrifying offensive way. I couldn't keep around him because I knew It would just end in pain, so I escaped and ran to an elevator, the doors closing just in time before he could catch up to me. I arrived at the bottom floor of a tall building and ran out the lobby and into the woods. running and running and hiding. I was out of breath when I finally awoke, panting like it had all been real. My bones ached as I rose from my bed. Still half asleep and awestruck that my dream had lasted so long, I contemplated in my dazed mind what it all could have meant. My only conclusion, it was a beautiful nightmare.