It all started with a dream, a dream just like many others, insane in its nature but, at the same time, bonded by the rash thing that is reality.

A dream that started like all the others with the closing of the eyes and the opening of the imagination…

Events start to surface, memories start to collide, reality and hopes come to mesh and mix together in the insane way that the subconscious works.

Then everything stops and time begins to crawl, a sudden light and the sweet scent of lavender mixed with honey fills the air.

Steps that defy the chaotic rules of dreams and the heart begin to race in a sudden surge of peace in the chaos that rules the dreams.

SHE appears and now I know that the dream is coming to its end, her hair white as snow shines in the sudden light, her skin of the utter pearly color smells of peaches and caramel, her lips of glorious pink stand proudly with a smile and finally her piercing silver eyes look through your soul and gaze your very core.

She gets closer, my heart hurts, I long to be with her, in her arms that bring calm over me, in her chest that brings my mind to feel safe and her smile that washes away all the worries that remain in my heart and mind.

She brings her head down, her smile of utter sweetness shines in the light and then she speaks:

-"it's time..."

All things, everything, goes back to its chaotic pace, I feel unsafe and start to worry again, I try to look at her face once again but she's gone, my heart trembles, I feel scared, I feel unsafe but mostly of all I feel lonely…

(revised at 2010/08/02)

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To be continued tomorrow...

(A5 sized post everyday/twice daily)

My heart aches, I open my eyes to find myself stuck on my bed, the loneliness abashes over me once again, tears fall from my eyes but I can’t sob or whimper, those have long ago been taken away from me.
I look for my clock, 4 AM it says.
“Good enough” I think.
It has been long since the last time I remember having more than 4 or 6 hours of sleeping time.
No longer have I felt the need to rest after having a dream with HER.
I don’t know who she is but I would love to be with her forever and never have to lose her once again to reality.
Getting out of bed as per usual, booting the old and yet in good shape computer and music equipment, the set over my ears and a single key starts the melody.
I have yet to be good enough to publish my own songs but this is the only thing I can use to break the silence and heaviness in my heart in the mist of the night.
Hours tick away, the music flows and I start to dream once again, of the day I would play in a big coliseum full of my friends, my family, my best friend but specially HER, of the day of my graduation ceremony yet to come, of the day I would get to see my future baby first steps, my whole life.
My name is Isa, a strange name for a strange person, light hair of the white-blondish sort flows from my head, my skin colored by the sun shows the tan that remains on me almost every day of the year, my brown eyes simple and common show the faint shine of the gate to my soul and yet no one has crossed them yet…

(revised 2011/12/23)

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Music pours out in the air, the morning dawn knocks on the window, light starts once again its quest to vanquish all shadows, an annoying Tap-Tap and a figure arrives in my field of acknowledgment, I look up, my sister looks down, two smiles acknowledge each other.
“Lather” we, both, get to our morning routines. A computer is booted down, showers are taken, two breakfasts are eaten and the mother receives her so welcome kisses and hugs of goodbye before she also starts her routine.
The twins started their walk towards the school, both are on the same classes, on the same sports, on the same extracurricular activities… both are twins in almost every sense but two… their uniform and their bathroom/locker-room.
Time and Nature thought to make them different but failed, the twins liked each other too much to be able to say no unless needed, and too truthful with each other to be able to lie or keep a secret from each other. Therefore there was little anyone could do to keep them apart.
But…
Life in its malicious ways always knows how to bring all good things to a possible dreadful end. The event that made the twins drift apart and guiltily regret themselves was the beginning of puberty at the age of 10, was a terrible time for both of them.
Isa started having those dreams that made Isa cry and sob for hours, this sobbing eventually stopped but the dreams did not, even though they never told their parents that the dreams never did stop afraid of making them worry too much.
Isa Sister, Clara, got also into a dreadful situation that made them drive apart even more, by the age of 11 her chest was already a full C cup and because of that bigger than any other women on the family.
Doctors told this was normal and that eventually the rest of her body would catch up. But the fact was that they continued to grow and she became a target for the taunts of her classmates.
Isa eventually tried to reconnect with Clara but it was a serious uphill effort. Clara started to think that she was cursed and became slightly depressed but only revealed this to Isa. By the age of 14 and at 157cm she had a chest that was the biggest of all the girls… A double D…
The taunts continued…
But fate thought nothing of this and had other plans for the twins…
In the middle of their ninth grade, on a slightly chilly afternoon as the twins where coming to home for their oh so desperate rest from the true horrors that was school their luck started to change, they didn’t know it but their future was now on the verge of the decisions they made this chilly January evening…
To think that the future could be bent by a simple and so childish random act of freedom, when both the twins still sulked in each other predicaments and almost never remembered their womb partner, their cry shoulder, their confidents…
And yet, to anyone that placed a gaze on them thought nothing but that they were happy with each other…
A shooting star bright enough that it could be seen with the sun still setting in the horizon crossed the skies, four pairs of fingers where crossed and two wishes where made.
What wishes where those you may ask? Well we will never know for sure but we can make some educated guesses with the events that the future got on its sleeve, but they were all but expected…

(revised 2010/8/2)

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To be continued...

(A4 sized post [or more] once a day, if my muse allows me to do so...)

Many thanks to Erin for the support, and dawn the writer for encouraging me to post, love you guys.

After arriving home and taking a rest for the night the twins woke up to find something slightly different in their rooms.
On Isa desk and on Clara vanity there was a medallion with their names engraved on it. Each medallion was shaped as a star.
This start surrounded their names and was surrounded by a circle with rose like thorn’s pointing inward.
On a close inspection they found a note placed besides the medallion with their mom handwriting on it saying that they should wear it today.
Isa thought that this might be because of their upcoming trip to Disneyland in Paris, so Isa bought the medallion over the head and let it slip down, closing the eyes expecting the cold sensation of metal but… it never happened.
Isa looked into the mirror and saw the medallion against the t-shirt of the “DAZMON” band. Looking down the medallion that in the mirror could be seen was gone.
Confused by this Isa did what a strained teenager that just woke up to a strange event would do, Isa fainted promptly on spot.
Meanwhile Clara was having a more difficult time with her medallion, she simply wondered “why in the hell” did her mommy asked her to use any kind of necklaces, she hated them, they brought to much attention on to her chest.
Attention that she hated with vigor and perseverance, never the less she felt compelled to try it on and as she did so, she saw the medallion vanish as soon as it touched her skin and a warm feeling started to fill her body.
Like magic or a balloon popping she felt her chest start to deflate at same time her skin took on to a pearly complexion as her almost permanent tan vanished. Her hair that had been a bit tad too short began to flow till it reached her bottom, at same time her black beaching started to vanish and acquired it’s normal tone of whitish-blond.
A sudden attack of hiccups filled her and because of this she saw herself getting smaller and younger looking in the mirror for each hiccup that escaped her lips. Afraid that she would vanish she tried in vain to stop from hiccupping, when they stopped after 2 or 3 minutes she had gone from 157cm to 146cm tall. Just as the hiccups stopped the warm feeling that had enveloped her was gone.
The look she was giving to the mirror was one of horror her body and face had changed completely. She ran to call Isa for help but when she arrived Isa’s room she didn’t recognize it, the division of the house where Isa’s room used to be was now somewhat smaller and was transformed in storage space, cloths and boxes where hanging or lying around in hangers or on the floor.
Her horror rose with the thought that she had just made Isa disappear from existence. She ran back to her room closing the door with a force of a bang. She was about to fall onto the floor while her back was against the door when a figure started moving in her field of her peripheral vision. She had just a while ago been looking into the mirror and what she saw now was a copy of her rise and started to shake its head.
Her copy stopped what she was doing when she took notice and looked at Clara.
Clara saw her copy eyes grow large almost too inhuman proportions. Her copy raised both hands to her mouth and fainted on spot.
Clara horror vanished as her copy fainted. She ran to her to make sure she was alright.
-'who the hell is she?' Clara said out loud.
A moment later she almost knew the answer as the wheels in her pretty head clicked together like pieces of a puzzle after several processing errors.
She looked around, her room had changed as well now that she looked at it, it was larger, her once single bed was now queen sized, her vanity had more cosmetics that she could ever remember having but there was one thing that made everything click into sense, the photos on the walls.
Those photos made it clear that the person lying in her arms was her twin, her sister. A sudden shudder passed through her, a heavy headache formed in her mind and filled her senses as memories that never had been started to fill her head. The strain on her brain was too much to keep her awake. She fainted on top of her twin just as a thought began to fill her head…
-"She is Isa…"

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I had a dream, in that dream she was there, again, but this time the feeling was different, she had a different simile on her face and her eyes, that usually defied the reason on their intensity and pierced trough my very soul, had tears streaming down, of joy, of sorrow but above all of simple acknowledge of what was about to take place in the world outside of the dreams... She approached me and, this time, I didn’t feel like I was about to faint or fall crying in her chest, instead I felt relaxed and rested for the first time in years.
Again, as usually, she spoke but this time it was different and her words felt like life itself being given away:
-‘it’s time... to say goodbye and to say hello... I’m sorry I had to do this but it had to be this way... You won't see me again ... I hope... Enjoy your life as it was meant to be and don’t question it... It’s safer for you to do so...’
My mind swirled I couldn’t picture anything out of what she said but one thing I knew now for certain that the dreams with her would end and that life would be better one way or another.
Still I couldn’t phantom of change and a piercing feeling that life is a wheel of consequences that no one can ever figure out unless they are gods.
She approached me her arms extended towards me, a feeling of happiness and a feeling of magic within them. She touched me... but the feeling wasn’t right... I was feeling her arms not around me but inside of me, startled I opened my eyes wide and this time I could feel her arms not inside my own but around me...
-‘Thank your little stars that you are alright, don’t shut down on me like that’ she said.
-‘huh?’ was my most smart answer.
I could see her but now that I could think it wasn’t actually her instead it was someone very similar but her face has covered with tears of happiness, tears that made me copy them and soon I was crying and the world blurred away to give place to the dream world once again. A world this time filled with the normal madness that usually surrounded all the dreams that everyone has.
I woke on my bed, I sat upright on it, someone was on my sofa and was fast asleep, someone very similar to my sister...
-‘My sister? But my sister is just not like that...’ the person on my couch started to stir. And memories started to flow into my head, memories of two twins, twins that I did not know but at the same time felt so real and familiar to me. The room that I was, and I was fairly certain that it was mine, was slightly different from what I remembered but... it was confusing, I remembered two sets of memories one of the usually gloomy, dark and smelly room that I had, and one of this new yellow and blue room. For a moment I thought that I was going insane, but a sudden itch on my chest brought me back to reality, I started to scratch as I usually did, but a new set of memories made me stop before doing so.
It was last week, or so it seemed so, my mom was talking to me and my sister.
-‘you can’t scratch your chest or it will get inflamed, you have to massage it with the palm of your hands’ The memory ended just like that.
And I did just as my “mom” said I started to massage my chest with the palm of my hands, at the same time I did this I had a new revelation, the memories of my first bra, of my first LBD, a dance, a Christmas...
I looked down, my eyes wide once again, and for sure the sensations coming from both my hands and my chest showed that it was just like in the memories, a sensation coming from down there a little bit made it even more of a confirmation of the truth I already knew but didn’t know possible, my world had made a turn of 180 degrees.
The memories confirmed it I was a girl, not a gloomy one but a cheerful, giggly and smart one at that, and the best of all, my sister was not like the sister I knew once, in my past memories, she was now as cheerful and enjoyable as I was if not more.
Life had take a turn for the better and I knew it, now I rested once again in my bed laying on my back looking to the stars I had glued like my sister to the ceiling.
Life was perfect...
Or so I thought...
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I woke to find my sister lying on the same bed as myself and smiled something that I tough I had forgotten. My eyes flutter down to my pajamas they seem different, a new memory tells me that they had just been bought two weeks ago and other set of memories told me that my sister had one just like my own, my eyes confirmed it.
I got up trying not to wake up my sis, but suddenly my arm was yanked down and then up and then back living me with my back on the wall pinned to it unable to get out without hurting whoever had done it, and new set of brief memories flashed trough me, I knew once again.
-“hello sis” I said.
-“ISA where did you think you were going without me?”
-“huh… bathroom…” Yeah, right let me sound even more stupid than I am, dammed brain someday I may need to replace you or get an upgrade, yeah that could be better at least I would still be myself.
-“oh ok, sorry” Clara said sheepishly.
I made my way out of the bed and into the bathroom that connected only to our room, got my service done and looked into the mirror… I still could see a small resemblance in my new face to the one I had. It was a small percentage but it was there. Soon I got bored of staring at myself and made my way into the room.
Once I had the door opened I closed it again, my sister was on the process of undressing and I could feel my face warming up like a volcano, a new flash of memories made me, once again, comfortable with the new situation, I opened the door again, this time albeit that she was almost dressed I felt no longer embarrassed, I had gotten used to it, therefore, I started to undress myself and get ready for school.
I was so engrossed with what I was doing that I didn’t saw my sister become paralyzed in time for a moment as if on sudden blue screen.
I made my way to the wardrobe and got out the uniform, a yellow wool sweater and a dark blue skirt of a deep blue color that reached to our knees. A new flash of memories told me that I/We had been set back 2 years in school and albeit never had forfeited a year we were now on sixth grade at 12 years of age, in the same class and seated in the same desk, in the middle of class surrounded by friends by almost all the sides of the desk.
I finished getting dressed and got to the kitchen just about the same time that Clara was about to start eating, once finished we made our way to school, first class was math, each albeit being boring to the point where almost half the class fell asleep without meaning it and the teacher never noticed, even if she did I doubt that she would care, so engrossed in teaching her “oh so divine mathematics”. We did good in that class cause we liked math, we where almost the teacher pets, if she would ever think about it or even suggest it, I would run to the most sturdy shelter that I knew because the world maybe coming to an end all by itself.
Second term was the most boring class that existed albeit also the most fun when it was the right time, and “oh lucky stars” it was the boring time. Home economics was like this, on the days we cooked, sew or made anything the class was alive with laughter of the other girls. On the days we got lessons where the teacher babbled on about the most benefits to the health of our future children or to our own health of some other spice or veggie or mushroom or, or, or, or… all we did was sleep and this was one of this days… of course there was one or another brainy taking notes and resuming the incongruous babble of our teacher. He, the teacher, was simply on for a show down on boredom.
Lunch hour was the most different thing that I have ever experienced but today it was just strange, things where never the same on the cafeteria after what happened today…

(Revised: 2011/12/23)
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