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The Healing Painful Dream

Short story By: dw817
Fantasy



We all have pain to carry, this -shaman- I guess he was, helped me deal with that pain, at least for a moment, I was also somehow placed underground with a bunch of other homeless people who were part of the ritual he was doing.


Submitted:Apr 9, 2010    Reads: 79    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


the healing painful dream

I remember before this talking to a fellow I knew from work years ago, named LES, I was
trying to pull down what was like a little VideoTEL from the top of a cluttered closet to work on cause I felt nutzy I hadn't worked on a computer in over several hours.


LES finished his phone conversation and asked what I wanted. Showed him, said he had a display for it cause it didn't have a screen. Green Screen I asked ? He nodded. I was already imagining programming in DOS with no color display and I was smiling at the prospect of difficulty.


Then I was outside the elevator, and there was a policeman, I mentioned some joke I think, about a homeless fellow, the police-man took me quite seriously and got on the elevator with me.


I was talking to him in a restaurant about the man getting on the elevator with me, and the elevator jumping sideways, as if going to secret floors. And the police-man put a firm but polite hand on my shoulder as if to protect me.


I mentioned there was a small homeless teenage boy on board the elevator too and I couldn't understand why he was crying.


Just then, a tall man behind me in the back table, grabbed two funny spot on the sides of my chest parallel and there was searing pain.


It was so painful and pleasant that I couldn't move I could tell he was angry about what I was saying he told me to stop talking, I did. He pushed and I moaned and reached my hands behind me, then I heard a woman's voice and somehow saw her too though my eyes were closed.


You let him be, he doing world of healing he is boy.


He pushed harder and I moaned more, then completely relaxed and let him do what he was doing. It felt like for an hour. Then he released me.


I lost all feeling in my muscles.


Then I slid out of the chair and onto the floor like a rag doll.


The man in the elevator was some kind of police-man I remember saying as I fell.


Then I was put in some kind of bed, and there were all kinds of homeless people around me, they held strange triangular metallic beads and the tall man was again behind me, I could hear others making low chanting sounds all vowels no syllables, but not scary.


He said I was going to ask him some questions (not the other way around) and then I would know his wisdom. I was laying on my tummy-side, I knew that, and my head was buried face-first in a pillow, cheap, like you get when you are waiting to see the doctor.


I didn't so much feel him as felt him, as if I were very gently rotating onto the back of my chest, and then realized it was the tall gentleman pushing gently onto the sides of my chest in what seemed like the same areas, but it was like I was seeing a white light and feeling like I was rotating and it felt wonderful, though I realized I was not actually rotating.


I tried to open my eyes and his voice was low like the roar of an ocean, don't see, feel.


Then he asked me what my name was, I remember speaking though my lips didn't move and there was no air to my breath. I tried to ask him what his name was, but felt as if I would lose consciousness each time I asked, there was a lull in the storm.


Then he asked what pain I was carrying, I mentioned my Dad, he stopped massaging the sides of my chest, and took a hard thumb and trailed it down the middle of my back pushing even harder, he spoke.


Yea brother you are in pain, we all lose to time.


Time takes all, yea iffen you are ready or iffen you ain't, it taken us all the same. We be friendly- like to it, or we maken it our worseth enemy.


Time it no care, it taken us all-en the same.


You is alone brother David, you is chosing to be alone and you is causing it.


(then I woke up)
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