I felt like I was running.  My feet were bare and it was dark outside.  I think I was inside a forest.  But why was I running?  I stopped myself for a moment and had taken some breaths.  I heard shouting, and for some reason, it frightened me.  Maybe I was running anyway from something, or someone.  I didn't hesitate and started to pick up the pace.  In the corner of my eye, I saw a stream, and I decided to follow it to find some salvation of a person other than myself.  I followed and followed for what felt like forever. 
  Some time later, I found a cliff.  A waterfall was nearby because I could hear the rushing streams and the falling droplets of water.  I looked and saw an edge.  The full moon was out and the sky was absolutely breath taking.

I wish I could stare at it forever, but all good things must come to an end.  I looked down below the cliff and saw the water smashing against the rocks.

I could see my life ending.  It felt necessary to jump.
  I heard the shouts becoming closer and closer.  It's now or never, I told myself.  I turned around and saw seven different color eyes staring right back at me.  I think they were saying something to me but I just kept walking back and back further to the edge.  They started to walk towards me swiftly, and once one was close enough, I stepped back once more, and I was falling.  I heard the screams and shouts, and then I heard one particular voice, and it was whispered into my ear, "You are our angel eyes, and we will not lose you."
  Then it all went black.
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I shot up in bed and was panting and sweating. Another weird dream. It couldn't a coincidence, right? I must be way into that book. But for some reason, I don't remember seven people with seven different eye colors. I think I remember one of them had green eyes. They were pretty like emeralds, and they looked like an ocean color. 

I'm not much of a jewelry person other than bracelets and earrings.  Necklaces always make me feel like I'm being choked or like a dog on a leash. It's weird, but I'm sure many people are the same in a way.
I hop out of bed and grab my clothes for the day and head to the shower. I've always loved showers because it feels like it washes away all of my insecurities, but always in the end I still feel bad about myself. Either way, it's still a good place to sing. My mom always told me I wouldn't be good at singing and wouldn't become a signer. I decided to myself that I would become a Archeologist/Paleontologist or a Librarian. I heard a few schools offer a librarian degree, and so many few offer both Archeology and Paleontology, and well it's expensive. Very expensive. 
  My Bluetooth speaker is blasting Three Days Grace new album Outsider and it's literally the best ever.  I would recommend them to anyone! 
  I walk out the shower, dry myself and then dress myself.  Today is Saturday so I have a day in the library and I will have to go home later.  Bummer.
The day seems to be growing shorter and shorter. My life seems to be shorter, well in the dream it felt short. I wonder who those men were. Their eyes were so bright and colorful that it felt like I could stare at them forever. I think I remember one their eyes being so blue like the ocean, and I was swimming to the bottom of them. They were so beautiful and bright. However, I remember them being so cold and dark when I had fallen off the cliff. My life felt like it was gone at that point and I felt drained of life, happiness, and some how I felt trapped. Like I couldn't go anywhere or do anything. Restricted, that's what I felt. I don't remember much before those moments, but it felt so real.
Piper was still in her bed snoring away the day and left me to do the work in the library. It's not a problem for me, I enjoy the library very much and just the feeling surrounding the dusty books makes me feel magical inside, like a burning passion.
I found some books not on their shelves yet, so I decide to sort them back to their rightful place. I hear the bell ring. Great, I have to socialize.
I walk around the corner of one of the shelves and notice three men in suits. They looked scary, but I have dealt with worse. But they felt familiar, especially their eyes. They felt like they held the world in their hands, maybe even more.
I approach the men cautiously, "How may I help you gentlemen today?" I ask.
"We're here to speak with Ms. Stewart," one of them say.
I notice their bodies and the way they are built. They looked built like muscle men. You could definitely tell that they work out. Cute, I thought.
"Well Piper is sleeping at the moment, and I am her substitute, so whatever you need, you may ask or tell me." I say with a stern look.
They glare at me, like I am a puzzle to be figured out. "We are here to talk about the library being sold to our company."
I gasp, and my mouth is left wide open. I think they call it shock. I have no idea what to say other than, "Why would you want this library?"
"It has a special touch to it that we need in our company," they all smirk at me.
My heart stopped. The place I called home for all these years, the salvation I found here, came all crashing down. My heart rate caught it like a beating drum faster and faster. My breathes became short and I felt like I lost the air in my lungs. I think this is what we call a panic attack.
They look at me like they are concerned for me. Even though they're taking away my home.
I say in the most calm voice that I can manage, "You're taking away my home."
They look at me like I've broken their hearts like a vase easily being dropped on the marble floor of someone's hard-earned money.
One of them try walking towards me to calm me, but I back away.  They seemed repulsed by that, and by that time Piper had come out of hiding.

I saw a flash of gold eyes.

Another had the deepest, but brightest purple eyes in the entire universe. I felt lost looking at them. A rope was tugging at me to go to them.

And even though I am sinking, my heart started to float.
The last one, his eyes, HIS EYES, were the ocean.