Lifting up, up, up off of the crinkly papered bed, she floated aboard the majestic, wooden air ship, where she slow-danced with Prince Charming’s handsome son, wearing a flowing ball gown that sparkled like diamonds in the melting lip-gloss gold sunset that the circus animal crew – elephants and zebras wearing colorful hats and silly shirts – was working to sail into, paddling their oars rhythmically against tufts of cumulonimbus clouds as if silently marking the beat of her dance. This was her favorite place to go whenever Mommy and the doctor started talking about her cancer.
Tag: dream
Dreamt
When I wrote to you and told you about that dream I had with you, I didn’t mention that we were having sex.
I have no idea why I dreamt that, but it was fricken hot and now I’m wondering …
Dream
I fell into a dream.
And then I saw the clowns!
This Is My Dream
The two brothers fought valiantly with their swords against a foe that outnumbered them tremendously, but now it was becoming apparent to the younger one that the enemy was gaining ground as they grew weary. Noticing his brother’s obvious concern and fatigue, big brother looked over smiling and said, “Don’t worry bro, this is my dream and we’re gonna win!”
Drifted Passage
She held my hand and took me there, to her city in the sky, with its long twisting streets paved with heavy shadows that’d stick to the souls of your feet and leave echoing footsteps of flickering silhouettes.
I got lost up there, winding through the back alleys of her city where rainforests climbed up the sides of glass-walled skyscrapers, and deep canyons were lined with mass-transit trains built from the smooth golden pieces of great ancient clocks, gears spinning in the dappled sunlight that broken in through the high-voltage power lines and lush canopy of greenery; I got lost, and never returned home again.
Finally Proud
She lay in bed, staring in wonder at the cover of her first book in print, and with a sleepy, soft prayer to heaven and tears in her eyes, she said, “I hope you are proud of me now, Mom.”
When her heavy eyelids closed, she was still in that place between being awake and dreaming, and she heard a soft, distant whispering in her ear say, “I always was.”
Museum
We gathered in the museum and studied the small dried thing behind the glass.
“Look what they’ve done to my dream,” said Dad.
Writer’s Block
My heart pounds in my chest as thoughts of bankrupting my family and being homeless fill my head with terror and my chest with pressure, all because I quit my job to follow my dream of writing full time.
I never realized a blank white page could shout fear enough to make my hands shake and hope enough to make me dream.
Dream
Do you dream of me?
I dream of you.
Inspiring Dream
Crystal had made more money this week with her writing than she had in a long time, and she won a short story contest so it was a productive week. Then she woke up and realized it was only a dream, oh well, she thought, one day I will get there!
Ding Dong
As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she screamed, “DONT ANSWER THE DOOR!”
I awoke suddenly, heart pounding in my chest and I realised, it was the doorbell that had woken me.
Coma
You know, they say that the first sign that you’re in a coma dream is a message telling you to wake up. Won’t you please wake up?
Reality
I live my life with my head in the clouds, my soul enraptured in the dreamlike trance of my extravagant fantasies. The rest of my carcass remains trapped in this deep, dark pit where I wallow in the extravagant let-downs I myself have conceived.
Sleepless Dream
It came to me in a dream. I’ve regretted ever since that I wasn’t sleeping at the time; it never came again.