In The Dream (A Short Story By Bradley Paul)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
An aboriginal teen, Shannon Brant, wakes up from a strange dream and her life is changed forever. She returns to her spiritual beliefs, and begins her journey to reclaim her life back.

Submitted: September 13, 2015

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The Dream

By Bradley Paul

It’s an unknown place… full of white snow and icy trees. A young woman, Shannon Brant, has no clue where she is… even unaware of how she appeared there. There is still a sky however, but it is more depressing grey than enlightening blue. She realizes she’s been resting on the ground, waking up more with each blink from her brown eyes. She sits forward on the snowy ground, seemingly unbothered by the cold weather.

She sees a trail uncovered by trees, but no sign of any footprints in it. She stands up on her two feet before she takes her mysterious hike. As she walks more uphill, the trees seemingly become taller and sturdier… but more lifeless. The bark of the trees become more rotted and dead, and ice seems to cover more of the trunks. She hoped she would remember something, but her memory has become irrelevant… even who she is.

She comes to sudden stop… seeing someone in front of her. She appears as an elderly woman who is incredibly ill and close to the end of her time. Shannon couldn’t help but gaze upon her with widened eyes… preparing for the worst of answers. The Elder raises her hand in front of her, shaking her head and quietly gasping for air. Her weakly hand points her finger back to where Shannon came from, which Shannon acknowledges with a nod.

The Elder lowers her hand, standing firm and standing strong. Shannon turns around, and then she presses back to where she came. When she finds herself out of the mysterious woods, the sun becomes brighter and everything she sees becomes whiter. The sunlight seems to keep going until Shannon becomes completely blind and ultimately loses control of her body. At the end of the road, Shannon comes to the sudden realization… this was only a dream.

Her sore eyes blink; her body feels intoxicated and sickening from the night before. She is very pale, almost as white as if she were dead. She is home… or at least, she has come to a familiar place with a terrible atmosphere. She remembers everything when she sees the table in front of her, finding an empty pill bottle and broken glass on top of it. She staggers to sit upright on the couch she slept on, burdened by an unimaginable feeling of a migraine.

Her sluggish thoughts return to her dream before they fade from her memory… but she realizes this will be a dream to remember always.  She thought about the mysterious elder in the mysterious forest… she wondered who she was. Shannon would conclude that the elder is either her late grandmother that she never met, or perhaps it is her spiritual helper, or even an avatar of Mother Earth. No matter who the elder is, she seemed to want Shannon to go back and continue her journey. Shannon comes to an even darker realization, which she may have been to a place between her current reality and the afterlife.

Dream or not, Shannon realizes she has returned for a purpose and she still must play a part in a grand design beyond her understanding. Her plan to overdose on her medication has ultimately failed, which she knows should’ve killed her if she consumed more than three quarters of what was left. She must talk with someone she knows would help her, burdening herself with her life’s miseries. Depression would soon consume what is left of her spirit if she keeps going without help… so she must make a call.

Shannon’s eyes look outside, seeing the snow reflecting from the sunlight. The sky is clear as no cloud is in sight, and becoming as blue as the lake in the summer. She sighs, reluctantly nods, and stands on her feet. She staggers towards her phone sitting on the desk in the hallway, feeling completely dehydrated and drained of energy. She uses whatever strength she had left to dial the numbers on the phone, and call for her closest friend in town.

The dream is not the end, but waking up from the dream is certainly the beginning…


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