As if waiting for a storm, the water rests. The remaining birds are weary.
In the last millisecond before sleep overtakes us, a series of dreams are dispatched from a dark and mysterious place. These dreams are customized according to our needs, and play on our fears, desires, triumphs, and life experience. The best and worst of them all share one common trait….they can be utilized for growth and understanding.
Another dream-scape where I find myself all alone and in search of all that never was, and can never be. Lost youth, wasted potential, and the girl that got away so long ago. Here I am hunted by Nazis, and I punch and kick in my restless sleep.
I will awaken to a different reality, where I am embraced by those I love, feel self acceptance, and am very much my own man, fully capable of self defense.
I meet you here, in another world, and we touch without touching. There are few words exchanged and I never know when these moments will occur. These random connections are all that remain, and I am often left confused and hurt. Living in a world without you, I settle for a dreamscape where everything is subject to interpretation and chance.
When he was a boy he would play for hours at a time. His jump shot was second to none and he was quick too. When he received his scholarship offers his parents were so proud and when he blew out his knee just three games into his freshman year everyone was devastated. It was a career ending injury.
Now his children are grown and his wife moved out two years ago. He dreams of standing by his childhood home, basketball in hand. In his dreams he is young again, but there is no basketball hoop and he doesn’t know what to do with the ball. He is lost and alone. When he awakens, he remembers that he is.
*dark fiction……that’s all folks.