Dreamscape

Finally it’s here! The first of my dream-story-posts! :)

DeviantArt ~Pestilence

The alarms wailed their warning as the storm rapidly approached the city. Rain had begun to pour increasingly a couple of hours ago, and now people were being evacuated in buses before the streets flooded and became impassable. The streets were however already overflowing with people. An atmosphere of barely contained hysteria permeated the air as I stepped out of my house. I thought it was all a disaster waiting to happen.

The people were being ushered into buses, and  when my turn came I sat beside classmates all drenched and cold. The bus made its way slowly to the city’s border, down a road that ran parallel to the sea. The waves were terrible in their fury, pounding against the cliffs. I screamed as one managed to pour over them and hit our bus, making it collide with a barrier on the other side of the road. It was impossible to leave the city this way, and so the bus turned to take us back.

DeviantArt ~Meral

It dropped us off in a public plaza, where apparently everyone was being told to return to their homes once again because the evacuation couldn’t be completed. I had already decided to go home, and without saying goodbye to my friends I started walking away, except I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Turning I see it’s him. Him whom I’ve known and liked forever, yet never had the audacity to tell. Telling me good luck, he walks away. But I stand there, at a crossroads looking at his retreating back, knowing that if I don’t say anything, it’ll be the last time I see him.

I call out to him, and he stops.

I call out again, louder this time, and he turns.

I run to him and stand before him for a minute before asking, “What are you doing right now?”

DeviantArt ~Midnight Rain

Taking my hand, he smiles. “Waiting for you,” he says, and I just know that I’ve made the right choice. 

We walk down the road together.

Dreamscape

After having a very confusing dream yesterday morning involving some characters from a book I was reading a while back, a bowl of homemade chocolate chip cookies, and unshaved legs, it occurred to me that a good topic to post on my ‘personal posts’ would be my dreams. They're bizarre enough to be interesting and by writing them in story-like mode I'll be putting in more practice writing time  :)

If you ask around you’ll see that people generally don’t remember their dreams, and the dreams they do remember are often because they left a big impression, like nightmares. Weirdly enough I’m one of the few odd people that do remember most of their dreams in detail.
How do I do it? ... Well I don’t know!

But here is what I do in the mornings when I do remember.

DeviantART © ~Anyarr

First, I have a notebook and pen on my night table. I’ve read of people who use recorders but for me that wouldn’t work. Talking means thinking and thinking means forgetting the dream.

Second, and this is my weird trick, when I wake up I DON’T put my feet on the floor! Seriously, if I do I snap back to reality, my brain starts thinking and I forget the details of the dream. I usually just sit on the edge of the bed, feet dangling not touching the ground with my eyes closed and go over the dream once.

Lastly, after making sure I remember and the dream will not escape me (!)... I write. I just grab that pen and write whatever comes out. I don’t even try to write it all neat and in order, which makes it hell to later decipher what I’ve written. But I get the general picture of the dream, so it’s all good.

I’ve written down some pretty weird stuff on my dream diary. Everything from fantasy (a flight in carriage pulled by demon-winged black horses), to horror (trying to stay alive during a volcano explosion while people turned to zombies), to plainly absurd (killed someone at my wedding to stain the dress red because I wanted a red dress), and it all makes great material for short stories.