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Reply to buzzsawmonkey in 3: The novel I wrote was based on a dream I had, variants of which show up throughout the novel. The day I had the dream, I was letting my MP3 player play random stuff, and it played that - and it gave me the idea behind the novel. I changed to "The Mind Police", and went from there. By today's standards, not that long since I wrote it, the novel sounds tame. We are in a world of crazy now. If anyone still wants to read it, I'll give a link to a pdf.
I woke with a start. My heart was racing and I had a cold
sweat. I had a dream, a nightmare – but one I had lived before. I dreamed that Maria and I had been walking with our
children down some dark, deserted street. As deserted as it was, it seemed more
alive; better maintained, than today. As we rounded a corner somewhere that
seemed familiar, I saw a group of friends. Well, I don’t know them now, but in
my dream, they had been my friends. Well, even now, I have a feeling that I
once knew them, but it seems so far away, in another life. I knew one woman in
particular, I thought I had been close to, once. I didn’t want Maria to know
about her, and so I moved closer to Maria to protect her. The woman saw me. Her eyes narrowed. “Dave” she yelled.
“It’s me Br…” I couldn’t make out the rest of the name because all the others
saw me too, and called to me. But there was a tone in their voice and a look in
their eyes that sent chills through me. I had seen that look before, somewhere,
and it was bad. I knew they meant violence – but how? No one is violent any
more. They had just seemed like a group of friends before, but now
they looked sinister. The scene changed, too, with an alley opening next to us.
By now, we were surrounded, except for the alley. They slowly closed on us,
picking up things that hadn’t been there before. Sticks. Rocks. Broken
pavement. We backed down the alley. Maria grabbed my hand. I pulled
the children close. But before I could do anything, Maria was snatched from me.
She was beaten by all of them. Especially the woman. Maria screamed, and
screamed. I screamed, too. The children seemed strangely silent. No one came to
our help, though, until Maria was a bloody pulp on the ground. They picked her
up and threw her in a dumpster. As they did, a picture fell from her hand and
blew away, before I could see it. All through this, I thought I had dreamed
this before, long ago. I grabbed the children to me and ran with them, but everyone
else had disappeared. I looked back, hoping I’d see Maria, but I knew I
wouldn’t. I didn’t know where we were any more, and I saw no one. You’d think
the screams would have been heard, but they were not. The buildings around were
dark and cold. Then I woke in a cold sweat, shaking. I could feel Maria
next to me, waking up, startled by me. “What’s wrong, Dave?” she asked. “Nothing.” I panted, “Just a dream.” “Tell me about it. It will help.” Somehow I knew this dream had to stay private. “I can’t
remember it. You know how dreams are.” She leaned up and looked at me. I don’t think she believed
me. “If you remember, tell me. It will help.”
I assured her I would, and tried to get comfortable again.
But thinking about this now, I realize she was watching me; watching to see if
I had dreams like that one. Even before I had dreamed it.
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Kosh's Shadow
2/16/2020 10:38:19 AM
JCM
2/17/2020 5:03:14 PM
