Saturday, December 11, 2004

Old dream

You know those dreams that just stick with you throughout your life? This is one I had when I was, like, 12. I'm bored, so here you go.

We all sat in a boat on a river in the jungle of greens, reds, and blues. The women wore the light flowing dresses and hats of colonial Africa, while the men likewise wore the suits of the time. We all talked of meaningless things until the boat capsized and we all fell overboard. I was surrounded but untouched by the splashing of the terrified passengers. I saw a drowning man in the blue before me, and I swam underwater towards him. His light hair formed a halo around his head, and there was deafening silence. No one swam in the water but us. I took his head in my hands, placed my lips over his, and breathed into him. He lived.
We swam to the surface of the river and gasped for air. We looked around us and saw that the current had carried us into a cave. Vermin of all kinds swarmed the ceiling of the cave: spiders, rats, and enormous snakes of poisonous colors. The cave echoed with their squeaking and slithering and the cries of their victims. Occasionally a creature dropped from the ceiling and crashed into the water, and then all the other vermin would stop and laugh at the hapless creature. The man and I clung to each other and looked to where the river would lead us, hoping for a quick exit.
I looked to the bright light of the cave exit. A waterfall was on the other side of the exit hole, but it didn’t disturb the tranquility of the river we swam in. The vermin surrounded the hole on all sides, so I took the man in my arms, flew up to the middle of the cave, and made my way carefully to the hole. We made it through, but as I passed up through the waterfall, a small snake latched onto my hip. I got the man onto the shallow river above the cave, then wondered what to do about the snake. It connected me to the cave, and I couldn’t seem to escape. Then I thought, “This is MY dream,” then just got my fingers in its mouth and pried it loose. I went to the man, kissed him, and that was the end of the dream.

1 Comments:

Blogger kolors said...

Hey, Alex, what a coincidence--everyone thinks I'm weird, as well! That must run in the family, too. :)

12:58 PM  

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