Elusive

Well... 
I can only hope the things I see aren't as they seem. Sometimes they make me just want to turn around, look back at all the not-so-clear mileage that has already been covered and seriously consider heading that way, rather than towards the ever thickening mist that appears to loom ahead.
I see good happening to everyone else around but never to me it seems. The smiling faces, happy lives, the certainty of knowing what belongs where... No blurred lines or blank spaces; just clarity - one that eludes me, still!

The Dream

It was a gathering, a meeting of sorts. We were inside the living room of a house - the setting very much like the living room of my family house. I was seated in the dining section, chair half-turned to a position which enabled me to see the only access door as well as other people the room seated in the reception area - people, whose identites, I coud not make out. Somehow, I felt like I was not meant to be a part of the group; that I was a mere observer, on the outside looking in.
You walked in carrying a tray, probably to serve something to the people gathered around. What was on the tray, I cannot tell. What followed is the mystery. Some guy stopped you right after you stepped in and you exchanged pleasantries. Apparently you were both well acquainted. Then you shared a hug and he made an attempt to kiss you, I thought I saw you try to resisting... at this point, things were a bit fuzzy.

Enter the next frame and you were on your back on a sofa, he was on top of you grappling, still struggling, it seemed, to get that kiss. There was nobody else in the room but me, yet somehow it felt like I was not actually there. I was still seated, frozen, stuck in a trance staring at it all; didn't move, couldn't even breathe. Then some obstacle got into my line of sight and blocked my view off completely, so I couldn't see anymore. I looked up and was staring into the face of your brother. By the time I got a clear view again, you were back on your feet, the tray you were carrying was nowhere, nothing was spilled, destroyed or out of place. You were in tears, yelling at the guy while pointing in what I thought to be my direction and saying, "my boyfriend is over there…"
Then you stormed out sobbing, the guy was there for a couple of seconds addressing the other unidentified, still entities in the room, as though in defense. "But she wanted it...", is all I could hear. Then he went out the door too. At this point, I snapped out of whatever vise that had held me and went after him, you, the both of you... I am not sure. I turned the corner by the side of the house, you were not there but he was. Curiously, my elder brother and two close friends I could identify (even in the dream), were seated in a car outside. Calmly, I approached the fella, extended my hand to him which he took and while still locked in the shake, I said to him, "abeg free her, na my girl..." I cannot tell if replied or not, I did not hear any but he left me standing there, rounded the corner and entered a car. Again another grey spot; it was unclear if he entered a different car or sat at the back seat of the one my brother and pals were in, but what was clear was he did not leave that vicinity immediately. All this while, you were still nowhere in sight. So, I signaled my bro and pals, they came and I narrated to them all that had transpired. It seemed I was very bitter about the whole incident despite my calm disposition while confronting the guy because apparently I suggested that we; myself, bro and pals gang-up and accost the guy again. My brother seemed to be in opposition, because he said, "I dey see two of dem since. Dem dey go up and down here na..."
At this point, I woke up.

Groundhog Day

You wake up early with the rest of the "white collar household" - parents, relatives, older (or younger) siblings - actively participate, directly or indirectly, in getting them all set for work. All the usual chores; clean the cars if any,  sort out the work attires, assist to fix meals, package the take-away packs or food flasks and perhaps even play chauffeur, joining that early morning throng rushing to beat traffic and make it to their various workplaces in time.
Then you return home and almost the very same applies for the kids; nephews and nieces most likely. The wee, adorable "brats" you can never seem to get enough off - still young enough to be in kindergarten, but definitely old enough to leave a room looking like it has just been hit by a tsunami. If you are fortunate, there is already a grand-ma, nanny or relative on hand who has already tended to most of their needs and you just have to weigh in your bit before they are ferried off to their school or playgroup. If you are not, well... it is all on you!

After all of this, of course, it is highly probable that your family living quarters would need some major face-lift - who would bother much about the mess they are leaving behind when they are in a race to beat the clock at work!? So from your perspective, that is just some more work that sadly cannot be overlooked. You are absolutely swarmed by it all - the house needs tidying; all the strewn toys and stray pieces of clothing have to be put back in place. The bathroom, toilet, bedrooms, living room, cleaned up, water to be fetched, laundry and errands perhaps... the list is potentially exhaustive. 
Without warning, there goes the day, trickling away slowly, "sand-in-hourglass-like" and before you know it, noon has passed, heading well into the afternoon and the sun is over-head, blazing fiercely, scorching the earth as though in a fit of rage over some wrong-doing; and you... you have barely had a bite, talk less of a bath. From there onwards, witnessing the transition from into nightfall is nothing short of frustrating by the minute, before your eyes are other things you may have wanted to do or achieve are all strewn by the wayside and everybody else returns at nighttime to meet you in more or less the same state you were when they left in the morning. It is like everybody, everything else is moving forward and you are just stuck on one particular spot without a prayer.
The worst part of it all is, you arise to do it all over again tomorrow. Everyday is the same day!