Time Dreamer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
"Time Dreamer" follows a boy depressed and lost through time after exposure to Native American Literature.

Submitted: November 08, 2011

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Time Dreamer


They watch the soft-spoken women speak; he briefly crosses paths with the red girl across the room, and together they share the same thought. The classroom was full with new but familiar faces. The surprising coziness caused him to observe the room, searching for a sign. He understands whats at risk, but doesn't seem to care. As the soft-spoken women speaks, her words become pictures that correlate with his imagination. He begins to sweat because he can't find a working clock in the room. Then he awakes.

The pounding sign of the alarm clock woke me up; I blindly attempted to swat the clock away, but eventually just pulled the chord. A cringing feeling inside tried convincing me to cut class, but the empty ness of the room prompted me to experience life. He follows a familiar path to approach people waving. He maintains a disgruntled look whilst only seeing memories and the truth behind every stare he receives. As he follows the familiar path he doesn't wonder why, he just does it. He knows he's been there before, but something about this time was different. This is where I need to be, right? As I stop in place to examine my existence I am struck from behind by a woman. "Come on" she says playfully, "where going to be late". I ignore the blood trickling down my neck and presumably follow her. The room was full. I sit down to the closest chair I see. A feminine man taps me on my shoulder and says, "excuse me, you're sitting in the wrong chair, this area is for group 12." As I stare into his eyes, his words become pictures that form a story. I am taken to that place.  

 

I'm surrounded by a playground. Energetic children surround me. The cool breeze against my bare skin signifies the commotion surronding me. I clench my fists and run. 

 

"Thomas" I say to the feminine man. "No, you're sitting in the wrong spot he says". I turn away from the feminine man and stay seated. Frantically, I scramble to find the meaning for me being there. Just before the older man in front began to speak, a woman with a familiar red bracelet appears. 

 

As I look into the familiar women, a red snake appears. The room quickly moves to the back, escaping the snake. I remain seated, and now it's just me and red snake. As they stare into each others eyes they momentarily share the same thought, as if they were the only people in the room. "I've been waiting for you red snake, do you happen to know the time" I say triumphantly. "Stop trying to god damn understand me before I bite you" says red snake. 

 

Then I awake. 


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