My English class in PA Cyber studied and performed the play ‘Romeo and Juliet,’ by William Shakespeare. One night, while we were studying this play, I had a Romeo and Juliet themed dream.
A Romeo and Juliet Dream
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir.
That fair for which love groaned for and would die
With tender Juliet matched, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike bewitchèd by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks.
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear.
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new beloved anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
Everything was unseen—obscured in darkness. Except for a dim window which blue tinted light made glow, and which instantly became the object of Juliet’s searching eyes. The friendly damp smell of earth drifted up her nose; she felt soft moss and dirt beneath her hands and knees as she crept. Juliet suddenly could move no further, for she sensed a person in the dark a few inches from her. She could nearly hear them breathing.
Still tensed, she wondered, ‘Who are you?’ but could not speak the words.
“I know not how to tell thee who I am,” the unseen person said in a low familiar voice; there was always a hint of laughter behind the words of that voice. And Juliet abruptly knew them, as if a part of her had awakened.
“How did we get here?” Juliet asked ecstatically, for she was with the familiar person. (She no longer cared where she was, or if the pretty glowing window disappeared and left her in the damp dark place forever.)
The person must have tilted their head to one side: faint moonlight glinted off familiar brown eyes. “We are here because it is supposed to be,” they reassured.
“I must say,” Juliet complied, “I am so happy to see you.” As she said the words, she began to see the familiar person more vividly. Even though they were a shadow in the dark, she began to see their silhouette, and their face lit dimly.
Then Juliet looked past them to the window and realised that an old woman was causing the window to let more of the bluish glow into the earthen room with sorcery: her arms were reaching over it and her fingers were twitching.
The old woman quickly noticed Juliet looking, and with a satisfied wink, swiftly hunched down to perch on a step below, so that half of her head had the window for a background; half of her face was illuminated in blue light.
“I must tell the tale of how I came to be as I am,” she warned in a creaky voice. She fluttered her hand over her clothes, which were soiled and torn brown rags. She went on, rather uncertainly, “Now, my young things…I was a young thing once, myself.” Juliet did not believe the old woman, as the old woman did not seem to believe herself. The old woman stared as she realised her own disbelief, and a tear sparkled down her crinkled face. “I must tell you—I must tell you…” she muttered, “If they do see thee, they will murder thee.”
Juliet felt a tremor of shock the instant the apparition of the old woman appeared in the dark blue window. The apparition of the old woman was wailing with a horrible grimace on her face.
The real old woman took her hand away from the window, and cackled bitterly.
The person beside Juliet was holding her hand, and as she smiled at how she was startled, he said, “She cannot help it.”
“They are the ones who hate!” the old woman muttered fiercely on. “They are the ones who murder love! They are the ones who make old, hungry and abandoned. They are the ones who make beautiful and alive dead. One does not have to ponder too deeply to suppose that my grandmother was in the same state as me, as the causer of my affliction!” the old woman wailed. She continued to rant in mutters of what her grandmother did to her, and Juliet turned to look at him to see what he thought. Juliet whispered, “I think that we must leave.”
“We must both leave together, so that we do not leave the other behind,” Romeo agreed.
“And now look at that.” The old woman waved a hand frustratedly across the window to make her apparition come back. “Part of me…trapped inside of a window. Do not make this your tomb as I have, to be preserved in eternal oppression. Leave this place at once!” The old woman vanished as her severe voice echoed through the stone room, though Juliet thought that she could have only turned invisible, and was still perched on the step, waiting expectantly for them to leave.
Romeo said, “For stony layers cannot hold love out,” took Juliet’s hand, and they flew out the window and into the blue of night.