Chuck gave us 10 different titles this week to pick from. I picked this one and wondered what would happen if I took us on a journey of where we went before we hit the REM status of sleep? Well, it was weird... strange really.
enjoy.
The duvet was nice and warm as my mind
relaxed, the chill of the night was kept out and the humming of the neighbour’s
air-conditioner started up. My last momentary thought was: ‘How in the hell
would somebody need an air-conditioner on a freezing night like this?’
Then, I was walking along a forest pathway,
with the tallest trees vanishing into the mists above, the moonlight pushing
through the grey mist overhead and greenness of the surroundings seeping into
the pores of my soul. The pathway crunched under my feet, a cool wetness
pushing up through the souls of my feet making me shiver as I took each step
towards a sound.
It wasn’t as though I knew where I was
going, but I didn’t feel in danger of being eaten by anything. I knew nothing
was hiding in the fern surrounding me and spreading around to my left,
downwards into the darkness where I couldn’t see too far.
Water was gurgling off in the distance.
Turning away from it, I kept walking along
the path.
My feet were no longer cold and I looked down to find I had my
favourite shoes on – how did they get there? I didn’t put them on. Shrugging, I
didn’t worry too much about this too much – I wanted to find the sound I was
walking towards. It seemed to be moving further away from me as I moved towards
it.
Was this a dream?
Was I actually in a forest?
Was I still in bed under the safety of my
duvet on the freezing cold Winters’ night?
I wasn’t sure, but I was really beginning to
wonder where I was as there were no sounds coming from the forest: no birds, no
night creatures – nothing. This was putting me on edge as I picked up my
walking pace and looked behind me to find there was darkness in my wake.
As I took a step forward, the forest and its
path, the moonlit mists above and everything surrounding me vanished into a
pitch darkness of nothingness which seemed to vanish off the face of the
planet....
Was I still on planet Earth?
Was this a dream?
Was I still in bed under the safety of my
duvet on the freezing cold Winters’ night?
Was I...?
I stopped walking.
I was dreaming, but this dream wouldn’t end
or begin unless I...
Looking around to my right, I saw a door
carved into the darkened shadow of a tree trunk. Exactly how long it had been
there, I didn’t know, but – I broke from the path, stepped through the greenery
on the side of the path and started towards it.
My jeans were soaked by the heavy dew all
over the plants, twigs snapped under my shoes and I pushed branches out of my
which fell down in front of me to block my view.
But I didn’t take my eyes off the tree trunk
or its shadow-filled doorway; and I knew if I even so much as blinked, it would
vanish and I’d be lost forever in this pre-dreamers landscape of nothingness,
darkness and surrealism forever – well, until I was awoken by my alarm in the
Real World.
I stepped into the shadow of the doorway and
found I was right! There was indeed a door carved into this tree!
But ... was it the right door to the right
dream for this night?
Was this Dreamers Door mine or another’s to
use?
Well, I’d never know until I tried it out,
right?
I grabbed the carved wooden handle and gave
it a good, hard shove.
