DOL-Prologue-:Gay Story:

A blue sky with gray clouds covers the sky. Light from the sun appears through the leaves of forest. I seem to be lying in the middle of a path. How I got here, I do not know. But the only way out of this forest is walking down on the path. So I get up on my feet, brushing off the stones and the grass of me and take my first step. I wobble a little bit, as if my legs were like wet noodles. Still, I had no choice but to walk down the path. After a while, the feeling disappeared and I walked down even further.

How long I was walking, I had no idea. It may have been hours, walking down a path through some woods I never been in. But, this seems to familiar....like I’ve been in here before. Yet I can’t even tell where I am still. Tired of seeing the same scenery over and over again, I began to run to see if there is a town up a head.

I ran so fast, I thought I was going to time warp into another dimension. But perhaps that was the best, since I’ve been in this darn forest with no end. But all of the sudden...I tripped. I thought what was going to happen before I hit the ground. I was going to fall face first, have a sprained knee and get back up. Yet...I was wrong...

I slipped and fell chest first, but I seemed to roll off. That glimpse of those trees were soon fading away as I tumbled down a cliff. So many twigs and branches pricked at me, leaving so many predictable scars and wounds. Once I felt that it was over, I got up, stumbling to my knees.

I was among the trees, but there were larger than I thought they were. The sun’s rays were no longer in my reach. I felt so small and so lonely...it looked like I was off the trail. I had to get back on the trail out of these woods. But something made my blood freeze. I started hearing rustling...and voices. I turned to my left, nothing. Then behind me were voices getting louder. So I immediately turned around- and everything went black...with a voice calling “September 1st.”

Suddenly, I arose from my bed. Oh...it was a dream. No, it was THAT dream. This dream always seemed to be a long journey. I had beginning parts of this dream up to where I fell down the forest, which was this night. I got up from my bed, tip toeing from my bed and to a large window gazebo. It was like a real small room, with only three walls, all windows over viewing the small town (our family lives on a hill) with a small bed, that stretched to the corners of it, was a bed that I usually slept on when I felt alone.

I placed my pillow on there and put my blankets over me. I looked over into the small town of Brook Oak. It seemed so silent, but I felt as if it was looking at me...as if it was in awe or disguisement. I feel that my dreams and this place were telling me something...they always did. My dreams are so complex and barely make any sense. But I’m sure that one day it will. Especially that voice saying September 1st. That seemed pretty clear that tomorrow, something was going to happen...I could just feel it. Somehow....that day would change the rest of my life...forever...