Does dreaming ever end?

The dream started with him.

The dream ended with them.

He stared at the mounds of sand and dirt in front of him as he sat cross legged in front of them. He heaved a sigh and looked up at the sky, yet it wasn't as blue as his-no, he didn't want to think about that. He tried to look at something else and saw the trees in front of him. They were green like-no, everything now reminded him of them and they weren't even gone that long. He tried to delude himself, to lie to himself and then he remembered that he couldn't lie to himself like-please no. The urge to scream and cry welled up in his chest and up his throat. He leaned forward so his forehead was touching the warm sand as he let out a sob.

He didn't know how he got back to the island without-her- help. He always broke things and he was surprised that he didn't break the log pose. He didn't know how he had brought the ship with him either, it was too big for him to handle that was for sure and in the darkness of the night he couldn't sleep. The night wasn't so calm and peaceful and beautiful anymore with its absence of familiar sounds. Sounds like snoring- shuffling- midnight screams- music-

His stomach grumbled in hunger, he looked down at it in wonder and realized that there was a faint sense of stomach pain from lack of eating. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. But food wasn't as good anymore after he- no-NO! He didn't want to think about that so he ignored his stomach because it wasn't that important anymore.

He shifted on the spot for his butt was becoming numb with lack of movement. Something burned on his arm and he wondered how he got the cut there. It was red and itching and a little painful. Where was the- no, no more medicine. He couldn't remember how to use the medicine anyway.

The breeze picked up just a little and blew a few particles of sand off of the mounds, a faint subtle smell wafted with it. Smelling like flowers of sorts-no, too much like her. He sighed again as he tried to wipe the painful memories from his mind but that task was impossible.

The blood. The cries of terror. Shots rang out and swords clashed. People went down on all sides. He couldn't discern who was who but from the color of their cloths. There was so much white and red. Too much red. He couldn't tell where it began and ended. Then he was carrying a lot of heavy, hot, blood-drenched bodies. They were lying on medical beds, the doctor was one of them. It was pointless to try and help them. They were dead anyway.

The ones who knew them, like the princess and the people in the sky, they knew what a loss it was.

The ones who thought they knew, they thought it was a gain, a victory.

He turned his back on the mounds of sand and dirt and watched the horizon. He didn't know how he knew but he knew they would be coming after him to take him away. He was ready, he was ready to fulfill his new dream. A dream of blood and tears and screams. He hoped Koby would be there because he had promised to meet him in the New World and this would be the last place for them to meet.

So no, dreaming never ends but some dreams do.