White Premonition

[Secret Azn Man]

Here's a story that's based on a dream I had. It's pretty much a direct "transcript" of my dream.

White Premonition

Premonitions are strange, aren't they? What are they, exactly? Some people say it's a brief glimpse into the future. A sixth sense of sorts that tells us what will happen. Nobody really knows if these gut feelings comes from within or from perhaps someone looking over us from beyond the graves. Even more mysterious is how premonitions work. Are these predictions absolute? Can we avoid or change the outcome or are we bound to witness the foreshadowed events as it occurs? Maybe none of these questions matter. We don't even know if premonitions are even real.

Light, fluffy snowflakes drifted down on to a young man's head, sticking to his hair. He quickly brushed the bits of snow from his hair and rubbed his cold hands together. The wind was a bit harsh, stinging his reddened face with frigid cold air. He shoved his hands back into his jacket pocket where it is toasty and resumed walking. Each steps produced a soft crunch from the snow on the ground as the young man made his way through the park.

He had a troubled look on his face. A look of dread as if something terrible could... no, will happen. Short puffs of vapors escaped his mouth and nose as he struggles to breathe calmly. He could feel it... Like someone or something lurking just behind him, ready to grab him with its icy claws. Nervously, he turned to look behind him. All he saw were just his footprints in the fresh snow and a few ice skaters on the frozen lake further off.

Somewhat relieved, he continued on his path deeper into the park. As he made his way through the snowfield, he saw a black raven perched a top a lamp post. Strangely, it made no noise. It just stayed there, watching him pass by. The young man paid no further attention and resumed his thoughts. Lately, he's been having dreams. Strange dreams about him leaving. He dreamed about saying good bye to his friends and families and fading away. He wondered if these dreams meant anything or they just silly dreams. He tried not to think about them, but they just keep plauging his mind. It was all he could think about.

His mind stopped from its grim fixation to notice that he is standing in front of an ice sculpture. Gleaming under the winter sun, this frozen sculpture resembled some strange abstract art. It had sharp spikes protruding out it's curvy body, reaching up and out into the sky. He had no idea what this ice sculpture was supposed to be, but it stuck a chord in him. It looked strangely chaotic yet peaceful. The sharp spikes appear menacing, yet curve so gracefully and elegantly like thorns on a crystal rose.

"You like that sculpture?" A voice came from behind.

Shocked and caught off guard, he turned around quickly to see who it was. It was one of his friends. He had her meet him here at the park. "Hey.... Yeah, this piece is... Fascinating."

His friend smiled and walked toward him. "It's called 'White Premonition.' It's supposed to be Death's Rose or something. I dunno, I looked at the plaque. Anyway... I'm here."

"Thanks for meeting me here. I just... I dunno..." His voice trailed off as he tries to organize his thoughts.

"What's wrong? Something bothering you?"

"Well, I dunno how to say it... I just... Wanted to say... Good Bye."

She gave a perplexed look and tilted her head a bit. "...Huh? What do you mean...?"

"I want to say good bye.."

"What? Where are you going?" She kept trying to look him in the eyes but he kept looking away. "Where?"

"I.. dunno... Can't say."

"What the Hell is that?! Where are you going?!"

"I don't know! All I know is that I'm leaving."

The two stood face to face in silence. Neither could figure out what's going on. She brushed away her hair from her eyes as she looked at his sad face. Soon, she felt a chill down her spine and felt sick to her stomach. Before she knew it, tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks.

The wind howled as the two continued to stand there. They might as well be frozen ice sculptures as well. Suddenly, she dropped her arms and hugged him. He stepped back, his arms slowly wrapping around her. After a moment, she let go, and stepped back. She was crying. No words were exchanged as he watched her walk away.

He did not realize the freezing cold feeling on his back until she was long gone. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees. Behind him was a blood stained spike from the sculpture. Terrible freezing cold spread from his back through his body as he fell forward on to the snow. He felt the icy grip fading into nothing, as everything turned white....