Timothy Dears' sister...

The scene opens with Timothy walking over a field with his new wife and younger sister. They cross a road and walk slowly down a small cul de sac and Timothy tells his bride stories of childhood; of playing in the field with friends - picnics, rugby, and of growing up in the house at end of the driveway.

"...and this is the original family home..."

They continue walking down a garden path leading behind the house towards a small hill, they continue to climb, and begin their descent, an empty beach opens up with a sunset glowing in the early twilight.

The trio walk along the beach sharing memories, flashbacks of family gatherings in the house behind them, cricket on the beach, sand castles in the summers heat.

The sister runs off ahead leaving the newlyweds to kiss and giggle under the orange haze.

Timothy crosses the road with his wife, waving to the younger sibling to join them, she looks up and skips accross the road, she trips on the curb and tries to grab a passing lamp post for support, momentum and gravity spin to the roadside where she rolls, hitting her head hard against the tarmac.

The sister is lying still, no sign nor sound of life.

In a moment of shocked silence, Timothy can't move as a car speeds around the corner from out of nowhere.

The drivers front tyre spins violently into Timothy's sisters head.

I opened my eyes to sound of distant traffic.

Timothy Dears sister just died.

Last night I went out to see The Skeleton Key with my friend Rebecca, movie kicked arse, seriously creepy film. After wandering through Borders I ran into Pip and Daniel who invited us over to the Play House for a drink, we declined as we wern't really in the mood, or interested.

We returned to my office building to find the building manager, and a broken security grill to the parking area. Seems that some intelligent tosser tried to tailgate another car out of the building, getting trapped by the grill, and attempting to force the car out from underneath (pure conjecture and assumption), leaving the security grill twisted, a foot off the ground, and no means of moving it. And thus, no means of getting any cars out.

So we had two options, I get a taxi home to my place ($40) and Bec gets a taxi to her place ($85) or some variation. In the end we settled on sharing a taxi to her place up north, so an $85 taxi ride later I'm curled up on the spare bed, with no sleep, or dreams insight...

That was until I 1/2 awoke at 6am, moving from slumber to a semi-coherant level of consciousness, when dreams are easily influenced by sunlight and shadows, the sounds of distant motorway traffic, and the twisted imaginations of my own making.

I don't know why I dreamt what I did, or why I only learnt Timothy's name - but one things for sure, its the only dream I've had in recent years thats remained as vivid as originally was 14 or so hours after the event...

Why can't I get Timothy Dear's sister out of my head?

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