Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

The night brings me the dreams that let me escape into nothingness. To a place that no one knows and where no one can follow me. To a place where time does not exist, and where I can be anyone or anything. I can be a gust of wind on a cold winter’s day, a snowflake in the summer time, a raindrop in a storm, or even an eagle soaring high in the sky. I can even be me, if that’s what I want to be. Dreams. My escape to my secret hideaway far from the probing eyes and meddling minds of everyone.

DREAMS

By Al Garcia

The night brings me the dreams that let me escape into nothingness.  To a place that no one knows and where no one can follow me.  To a place where time does not exis,t and where I can be anyone or anything.  I can be a gust of wind on a cold winter’s day, a snowflake in the summer time, a raindrop in a storm, or even an eagle soaring high in the sky.  I can even be me, if that’s what I want to be.  Dreams.  My escape to my secret hideaway, far from the probing eyes and meddling minds of everyone. 

As a child I did not understand the momentary lapse of the time between night and the morning light.  I clearly remembered being to a magical place, where horses had wings, little dogs talked, and I could fly across the sky.  But then I’d opened my eyes and the night was gone, and I was laying in bed, and the sun had replaced the moon.  How strange to wake up in such a humdrum place, where horses just graze, little dogs just bark, and I have to walk instead of fly.  Those were the innocent nights, when dreams were just magical times before the morning light.

How I long for dreams that do not wake me in the middle of the night.  Dreams that do not continue the dramas of the day gone by.  Dreams that do not exhaust me with their twists and turns and endless roads that leave me lost in the middle of nowhere.  Dreams.  My escape to my secret hideaway, or so I thought, until I realized that my mind had found my secret place.

Now my dreams are gone.  Replaced instead with my overworked mind, giving me visions of faces and places, voices and words, and memories, musings and thoughts, I wanted to forget.  Dreams.  No escape from the insaneness of the world around me.

How I long to be able to dream again.  To be able to grasp that momentary lapse of time between night and the morning light.  To be able to find my magic place again, where horses have wings, and dogs can talk, and I can fly across the sky, and away from the nightmares of my reality that has found my secret hideaway.

How cruel to grow up and have to deal with life without dreams.


Submitted: June 12, 2021

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JE Falcon aka JEF

Some people find a dreamy book and a quiet place, others just find a quiet place. But as you said, not everyone can get back there easily. Good story.

Sun, June 13th, 2021 12:47am

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