“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.”

—Friedrich Nietzsche

Spells of a Wicked Dream

Fiction Based on a True Story

by Melissa Camacho

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character, or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

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Eighteen years ago, she was foretold of a true love that would sweep her off her feet
and marry her… a man that would love her so. Supposedly, it would be a man who
would be part of a missionary. However, the time and arrival of this destiny WAS NOT
revealed. The man she laid eyes on a few days after she was foretold of her true love,
unfortunately, was a public figure, even though she learned months later that this man’s
family were missionaries in his youth. However, she also learned they overcame an
ordeal from being part of a particular missionary group. After eighteen years, it turns out
her eyes set her on a delusional path, sealing the happiness of her soul. It took a film
set inside the train station nearby, and long stairs located only half an hour away from
her home, for the public figure to perform a dance scene…..that made her realize she
was deceived by a wicked dream.

She thought those long stairs that will always be part of an infamous movie scene
embraced her vision, her thoughts, her once foretold prophecy of her true love, her
sweet dreams. But it so happened that on the streets she walked on all her life, she
became exposed to the reality of that man’s infamous world where he found the destiny
for his true love in that same ‘world.’ She instantly felt her heart was empty as she
thought it was filled with hopes of love by what she did not realize was a wicked dream.
In the end, it was glory for that man’s reality, but a harsh one for her as she
unexpectedly found herself fighting for her own self-esteem, especially when someone
full of rage against her told her one day that she was unworthy of that kind of love or
admiration from anyone.

All that came to existence were her footsteps on the stairs where he danced, not far
from her home, which will always be part of a small illusion that grew from a foretold
prophecy of her true love, that instead manifested into a wicked dream. It became the
real prophecy that instead condemned her to feel unloved until she awaits a real true
love–to break the spell of her wicked dream, and to diminish those dark memories that
haunted her soul.