Love Triumphant- Erik's Dream Diary

Dream 1: Teaching Christine

By: PittsBurghFuzz

Dear Dream Diary,

I will pledge myself to write and entry about my dreams as soon as I get up each morning.

Erik

Dream 1

Yesterday, I started to teach a young girl how to sing. The little thing is so fragile. Her name is Christine Daae. She is around 5'6, with beautiful brown eyes, and dark hair. Her facial expressions and gestures remind me of toddlers. Christine is roughly 30 years my junior, and so far, has no romantic interests. In my fifty years of merely breathing on this foul earth, I have never known the true love of a woman. Maybe, if Christine is using all of her energies on my lessons, then she must truly care!

Christine was sitting down wearing a beautiful purple dress, while sitting and staring at the stars. I came over, with roses behind my back, and tapped her on the shoulder. She slowly turned around and immediately smiled when she saw me and my roses. Christine jumped up, and gave me an embrace. The young girl took the roses and smelled their fragrant scent.

"Erik, you shouldn't have." Christine said to me looking at the roses.

"Only for you Christine." I replied.

"What are we going to do today Erik?" Christine asked me.

She sounded so adorable when she asked that.

"Wait a moment Christine, I'll be right back!" I told her.

I brought up a violin and two stools for me and Christine to sit on. Christine was busy playing with the pedals of other flowers.

"He loves me, he love me not..." she continued for another minute or so, until I started playing. Her head raised a bit and turned around to find me playing on the violin. I was playing an old lullaby

that I was familiar with and decided to play it. Christine started to sing to it. Her voice could make the angels weep. It was almost too beautiful to be human, but in a good way. Unlike my voice which was a temptation of the devil as most would say. When we stopped I applauded. Christine blushed slightly, and put her hand to that small, little mouth.

"Erik, that was beautiful." Christine told me.

"Yes, mainly because of your singing. How did you know the lullaby?" I asked.

Christine's face appeared sad. A tear fell onto her cheek.

"My father did." Christine said softly. "He is dead."

"I am so sorry Christine. Did the violin..."

She nodded.

"Your father must have been a very happy man, even till his death."

"Why is that Erik?" Christine asked me.

"He went to death knowing he was the father of such a beautiful creature."

Christine's eyes started to tear up, and she went to hug me, tightly. She started to cry.

"Erik, I'm sorry," she told me, "its just that, the violin brings back beautiful and painful memories. Do you believe in God, Erik?"

I was silent for a moment. My life and experiences had proven rigorous, and I have often lost faith in that worshiped figure. However, Christine gave me the faith to believe.

"Yes, yes I do Christine." was my reply. "You shall be reunited in heaven, my sweet Christine."

"Oh Erik, you, you..."

"What is it Christine?"

"Do you happen to have a handkerchief?"she said staring into my eyes.

I took out a handkerchief from my jacket and put it to her nose.

"Now blow your nose like a good little girl now." I said gently.

Christine smiled for a moment and gave me a serious stare.

"Are you alright, Christine?" I asked her, with concern.

She stared at me until she taped me on the shoulder and ran off.

"Tag, you're it!" Christine shouted cheerfully.

I got up and started to chase her. I was gaining on her, until I had her in my arms. I tickled her a little, and she responded with joyous laughter. We went onto the ground, and rolled down a hill laughing. After we stopped, Christine and I looked into each others eyes. Our heads leaned closer and closer, until a strange thing happened. She started licking me. I woke up and Ayesha, my Siamese cat, was licking at my face. I sighed and went back to my music.