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Dreams ... we all have them. Sleep experts claim that during an eight hour R.E.M cycle the brain conjures twelve dreams a night on average. However, these dreams are not usually the full length movies but the trailers, and most if not all are forgotten upon awaking. They do stay buried deep in the subconscious and occasionally the smallest word, the simplest visual, can bring back a snatch of them. Now read the description.
Write on any 1, 2 or 3 random dreams you have had. They do not have to be recent, but recent is a fresher memory. Poetry or prose. No limit. This is my first challenge in well over a year. I will decide the winner, who will receive a certificate for their work. I will start this off and please... make sure you tag me in the comment box -- @Danceinsilence ... I thank ye kindly. 8=)
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Mae6213 in Dreams
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Dreams

I peek nervously through the narrow slits in the cinder block walls. The sun casts awkward shadows on the dank, dark walls as I watch the souls of the passerbys's shoes as they pass unaware of my existence.

The room seems to extend infinitely. I must find the perfect toilet. Down the center of the room are squat, cinder block rows. Cold, damp, molded. It is a long row of communal toilets. This will never do.

I continue my journey. How has this become my life? I finally make a right as I descend further into the basement. There are now pools of water collecting and dripping from the ceiling. Condensation collects on the cinder blocks. How am I ever going to find the right bathroom?

Down this hall are rooms, each with a shower curtain. It seems as though each shower curtain is just an inch too small on each side to cover the doorway.

Finally, one with a complete covering. I open it to be faced with a wall. I continue.

There are showers. Women are showering. I can't figure out why I'm so ashamed of my body.

I continue. I find a real stall. The stall is filled with a standing pool of water but it's my only option. I finally settle. Someone is pulling and banging on the door. As I stand in the stagnant water my hand on the wet cinder block to steady myself.

And then suddenly, I awake. Did I just spend my night trying to find the perfect toilet? The absurdity of my subconscious sometimes even astounds me.

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I have another dream, where I'm in my car driving. It's always by a frozen lake. I love to drive and to drive fast. It gets me in trouble. I am driving and enjoying it. Speeding down the highway. Then I hit ice. My car spins out of control. I start to slide backwards towards the frozen lake. I know my car is going to slide into the lake. I slam on the brakes. They hit the floor. I speed up. I fly in reverse towards the frozen lake. I awake just as I'm about to slide into the frozen lake.

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Finally, I'm at the beach. I'm staying at this gorgeous seaside hotel. We have a penthouse sweet. The balcony is enclosed in glass. I can see the wave forming on the horizon.

I try to warn others. They tell me I'm crazy. I know I'll be safe. I gather my friends and family. We stand on the balcony. The wave crests just under our window at the 12th floor. From my view I can watch all the destruction and death untouched.

I'm upset that no one would listen to me, yet relieved that my family and friends are safe. We watch the water and see the destruction float past us.

I wake up crying and sad for the world.

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