last night's dream.

last night i had a dream about love and a serial killer. i need to get it down before i forget.there was a book i was reading, each chapter was about a woman, and at the end of it she would die. i don't really remember the first three, only that they existed, and with each new chapter i was immediately so captivated that reading it was literally just watching a movie i'd never seen unfold behind my eyes. i remember colors more vivid than life. the last chapter, the longest and most eventful, was a girl who was me but not. i followed her from youth the early adulthood. she was young and smart but afraid, and she fell in love with a boy, maybe i know him, but i don't remember his face. they wanted to marry, and the man in charge, he owned a furniture store, and for some reason, he hated her. he wouldn't let them. over and over they went to the store, and he kept saying no and ruining things for them. the girl and boy started doing drugs, and the girl was turning into a different person. then she was an older woman, sitting on a bench. the place she was was so beautiful, it glowed with sunlight and it was fall, there were leaves everywhere, different oranges, and the whole place looked like it was on fire. people would pass occasionally, but she just sat there, writing and thinking, and eventually she was someone else, an older woman, maybe someone i saw on tv once. a man drove up and started talking to her about the place, the schools, the kids, and he seemed strange. i saw his face, but i don't remember that either. he was the younger version of the man in the furniture store, and when i looked at him i immediately recognized him as a killer. then i was back to reading pages in a book, not seeing the story for myself, and i knew the girl was dead when i woke up.