(Dream No.1)
I dont usually do this sort of thing for people to read, but I was inspired to try something new today, so just roll with it. As most of you know, I am known for having very vivid, and sometimes confusing dreams. The great thing about these dreams, is that they would make interesting short stories, or add-ons to the pop-culture that triggers them. This first dream is one that I had back in November, and was triggered by the AMC show "The Walking Dead".
"Just keep running.... you HAVE to keep running! God dammit, why won't my legs move any faster? Just keep running, you have to find something before the sun goes down!"
No matter how hard I try, it's all I can think about. The snapping of sticks under my worn out sneakers...... the branches whipping my face as I ran as fast as I could away from the screams that were behind me. I know I should have stayed, but I also know that I wasnt willing to die trying to save someone I didnt even like...... so I just kept running. My legs were getting heavy, and the darkness of the forest was closing in all around me. I'm not a Holy person, and why should I be for that matter? What kind of God would allow the human race to become so hateful that in return, hell has overflown..... and the dead walk the Earth? No, I'm not a Holy person. So why was I praying?
"Please, let me find somewhere....anywhere! Anywhere but here in the dark by myself."
And there it was, a patch of something light amongst the dark. What I found was an RV with a man sitting on top of it, holding a shotgun. There were smaller tents all around it, and the smoking ash of what I assume was a dim fire.
His name was Dale, and he quickly came to my aid, as my legs gave out from under me and I nearly collapsed onto the hard soil. I eventually gained enough strength to join him on top of the large RV, and there we sat..... for hours, just keeping a lookout for the corpses that I knew for a fact were close by. In the darkness, I told him all about how I had abandonded my non-friend, and how I was already haunted by what I hadnt done to help.
As the sun rose, I met many people, people that I could already feel a strong connection to. We got to doing some chores, and seeing as how I had left all of my belongings behind, I just helped wash some clothes with the other women. I think I just needed to be around people.....
Three days had gone by, and I hadnt slept a wink. My head was aching, my eyes were dry, and my whole body was starting to quiver. I felt like I could start sobbing at any minute. My body was giving me all the signs that it was shutting down whether I wanted it to or not.
I unzipped a tent, I didnt care whose it was, I just needed to lay down. As I curled up on a blanket, I started to weep. Hot tears were uncontrollably streaming down my dirty face, and thats when I realized that I was not alone in the tent. As if I wasnt already embarassed, I turned over to face the one man that I had been trying to avoid since I arrived. His name was Daryl. I didnt want to avoid him...... I was actually quite drawn to him, which it made it ten times harder to avoid him.
He was gorgeous in that "im such an ignorant redneck" way. He wasnt welcoming, and he didnt say much, but his eyes...... his eyes were like magnets that locked into mine. It was as like he wanted to say so much, but couldnt find the words..... and underneath the tough exterior, there was a stubborn man that was trying to connect.
Needless to say, I was mortified. I ran out of that tent so fast, and somehow made it over to the giant elm tree that was on the outskirts of the campsite. I was still sobbing, and I was leaning against the tree with my face in my hands. Thats when he approached me. Again, I wasnt paying attention to who it was.... it was early in the day still, so I assumed it was one of the women coming over to check on me. But no, it was Daryl. And there I was, now leaning against HIM, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm SO so-sorry....." I said as I eventually pushed myself away from him. My eyes were glistening with tears. He just looked at me, and then he looked away and squinted ever so slightly.
"Why are you even cryin?" he asked me.
I dont think he was even sure if he really wanted to know or not, but I told him anyway.
"I dont know." I said. "I havent slept in almost 4 days...... I try, I'm exhausted! Everytime I lay down, I can feel my body relaxing, and just as I'm starting to doze off, I jolt awake. It's been so long since I've been able to rest, I'm terrified that once I finally do, I wont be alert if something wanders into my tent. I never feel safe, and as a result, Im slowly losing my sanity."
Word vomit. I couldnt stop talking.
As we stood there in silence for a few moments, I could see the wheels turning in his head. I turned away from him and slowly headed back to my tent. Just minutes after laying down on my scratchy blanket, i heard my tent being unzipped. I was frozen in fear as my thoughts were running wild in my head, assuming the worst. I felt him lay down behind me and as he put his arm around me he simply said "You'll always be safe with me"
It was at that moment, that we made the unlikely connection, and as I felt my body relax, I was finally able to sleep.
"Just keep running.... you HAVE to keep running! God dammit, why won't my legs move any faster? Just keep running, you have to find something before the sun goes down!"
No matter how hard I try, it's all I can think about. The snapping of sticks under my worn out sneakers...... the branches whipping my face as I ran as fast as I could away from the screams that were behind me. I know I should have stayed, but I also know that I wasnt willing to die trying to save someone I didnt even like...... so I just kept running. My legs were getting heavy, and the darkness of the forest was closing in all around me. I'm not a Holy person, and why should I be for that matter? What kind of God would allow the human race to become so hateful that in return, hell has overflown..... and the dead walk the Earth? No, I'm not a Holy person. So why was I praying?
"Please, let me find somewhere....anywhere! Anywhere but here in the dark by myself."
And there it was, a patch of something light amongst the dark. What I found was an RV with a man sitting on top of it, holding a shotgun. There were smaller tents all around it, and the smoking ash of what I assume was a dim fire.
His name was Dale, and he quickly came to my aid, as my legs gave out from under me and I nearly collapsed onto the hard soil. I eventually gained enough strength to join him on top of the large RV, and there we sat..... for hours, just keeping a lookout for the corpses that I knew for a fact were close by. In the darkness, I told him all about how I had abandonded my non-friend, and how I was already haunted by what I hadnt done to help.
As the sun rose, I met many people, people that I could already feel a strong connection to. We got to doing some chores, and seeing as how I had left all of my belongings behind, I just helped wash some clothes with the other women. I think I just needed to be around people.....
Three days had gone by, and I hadnt slept a wink. My head was aching, my eyes were dry, and my whole body was starting to quiver. I felt like I could start sobbing at any minute. My body was giving me all the signs that it was shutting down whether I wanted it to or not.
I unzipped a tent, I didnt care whose it was, I just needed to lay down. As I curled up on a blanket, I started to weep. Hot tears were uncontrollably streaming down my dirty face, and thats when I realized that I was not alone in the tent. As if I wasnt already embarassed, I turned over to face the one man that I had been trying to avoid since I arrived. His name was Daryl. I didnt want to avoid him...... I was actually quite drawn to him, which it made it ten times harder to avoid him.
He was gorgeous in that "im such an ignorant redneck" way. He wasnt welcoming, and he didnt say much, but his eyes...... his eyes were like magnets that locked into mine. It was as like he wanted to say so much, but couldnt find the words..... and underneath the tough exterior, there was a stubborn man that was trying to connect.
Needless to say, I was mortified. I ran out of that tent so fast, and somehow made it over to the giant elm tree that was on the outskirts of the campsite. I was still sobbing, and I was leaning against the tree with my face in my hands. Thats when he approached me. Again, I wasnt paying attention to who it was.... it was early in the day still, so I assumed it was one of the women coming over to check on me. But no, it was Daryl. And there I was, now leaning against HIM, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm SO so-sorry....." I said as I eventually pushed myself away from him. My eyes were glistening with tears. He just looked at me, and then he looked away and squinted ever so slightly.
"Why are you even cryin?" he asked me.
I dont think he was even sure if he really wanted to know or not, but I told him anyway.
"I dont know." I said. "I havent slept in almost 4 days...... I try, I'm exhausted! Everytime I lay down, I can feel my body relaxing, and just as I'm starting to doze off, I jolt awake. It's been so long since I've been able to rest, I'm terrified that once I finally do, I wont be alert if something wanders into my tent. I never feel safe, and as a result, Im slowly losing my sanity."
Word vomit. I couldnt stop talking.
As we stood there in silence for a few moments, I could see the wheels turning in his head. I turned away from him and slowly headed back to my tent. Just minutes after laying down on my scratchy blanket, i heard my tent being unzipped. I was frozen in fear as my thoughts were running wild in my head, assuming the worst. I felt him lay down behind me and as he put his arm around me he simply said "You'll always be safe with me"
It was at that moment, that we made the unlikely connection, and as I felt my body relax, I was finally able to sleep.
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