Dream Story

             It rose up out of the lake, bald and shiny as a fetus from the womb, the water’s surface ever still. I watched it hover, bob slightly, a black dot in my field of vision as if I had just been clobbered hard over the head. Lack of perception prevented me from seeing exactly when the thing moved forward, but soon, it was touching the shoreline.

            Without upsetting the gravelly sand, it set one food onto the bank, then the other, then both hands, working them into fists to rest on the knuckle. It began to pad closer to me on all fours. Confused I was as at first impression I had thought the figure human. However, as it moved ever closer, I noticed the limbs were lean and straight, its entire body void of any distinct features. Not only could I tell if the thing was human or not, but I could not tell if it was male or female. The neck ran into the torso; where shoulders should have jutted were rounded lumps fused with the stick-limbs. Through a wispy veil of clouds the moon reflected off the hairless skull, the bare and grayed skin of the creature. I expected to see steam rising from the nakedness, at the least, mist rolling off the open lips as it sent breathes into the night, but there was nothing.

            Now the figure was close enough to touch, close enough for the moon’s spare lighting to catch in the dead eyes. The colored iris was bleached clear; there was no pupil. The creature rose onto its hind legs, which I noticed has gained slight definitions for a delicate ankle, a lean calf, a thigh. I watched as the pelvis widened to create hips and then curved back against the body for a slender waist. Out of the flattened chest rose tiny hills and the beast had breasts.

            Her figure was flawless; I could not tear my gaze from her, nor did I desire to. The only desire I had was to expend a hand to touch her. I reached down to fumble with the button of my jeans only to feel myself. My clothes were stacked neatly beside the backpack I had brought.

            Finally, the great thunderclouds overtook the moon in its place in the sky and the night was dark at last. The cool mist of the lake turned into a light drizzling of rain. Frequent gusts of wind played among my hair, throwing it back into my face; but even in my overexposed state, I did not feel cold.

            She stood before me, still bald, still grey, but a woman and I could not hide myself. I lay back in the damp grass, palms grasping the earth to prop my upper body, to keep sight of her. She took one long stride to loom over me, then silently fell to her knees. At this distance, I could see her lips quivering slightly as she muttered words I could not hear. There were sounds all around me from nature; the wind’s in-out motion through my ear, the lake slapping at the land, the calling of frogs burrowing into the sand. There were all kinds of sounds coming from me; my blood throbbing privately, my ribcage creaking with every excited breath, the lids of my eyes fluttering open and closed. But she made no sound and there was no smell coming off her. If I were blind, I would have missed her completely.

            Even though the moon had taken his leave, I could see her figure clearly. Where her stomach should have been, was an inner light, glowing up through her body, in particular, turning the skin of her torso translucent, illuminating small, solid objects of indiscernible shapes floating in the fluids of her gut.

            Then, she reached out a hand to touch me. She cupped both of my shoulders. Her eyes- clear, lifeless- seemed to be staring at me directly. She silently pushed me all the way down into the grass. I could feel the cold dew that had gathered on the blades against the skin of my back. But still, I did not shiver. Every public, every private hair was jolted to attention as she lowered herself onto my nude skin; her thighs brushing my pale stomach.

            Her long fingers traced icy snakes across my cheeks, my nose, finally resting at my lips. And as these two lips did part, so did the thunderclouds that were once so gleeful to rule the sky, so did the rain, and so did the woman. The moon sighed to look upon the night once more. And once again, there was a light misting from the lake, yet I was more drenched than before; my still naked body was half submerged in a grey puddle of chilled water.

            The night had returned to its natural rhythm, with the moon peeking through wispy clouds to shine sparsely on the still lake water. Water only disturbed by a plop of the common lake frog. The wind continued its games through my hair, this time raising small bumps up and down my nudity. I reached over to grab for my shirt as the cold hit me, ready to perform the deed that had first prompted the trip, but it was no longer folded beside my backpack. My clothes were back on, soaking up the grey puddle water. Soon, my jeans were bloated with the liquid. The weight of my shirt pulled me back into a sleeping position. I attempted to gain leverage by moving one leg under me to kick up against the avid earth, but I was pinned to the grass I realized was not longer grass.

            I heard the rush of what sounded at first to be my own blood in my ears. But with a strained glance sideways, with the help of my peripherals, I saw water rushing past me. It did not touch me; as if I were racing through a vacuum. I felt the sensation as if I were being pulled forward and down by the nails of my big toes as they became hot with pain.

            Visions of the creature and her beauty began to flood my mind once more as I waited for my journey to end. Her hands, cold as they were, yet soft as the cloud I could no longer see. Not only her appearance reoccurred in my mind, but her words, her inaudible words. They began to grow louder as I learned they were not just in my head, but alive and aloud, staring as a whisper, becoming larger the further my body descending into the vacuum. These words were crowding all around me, with no outlet in the suffocating vacuum, they threatened to crush me with their volume.

            At the very peak of my journey, the height of the speed of my being, I felt her palms cupping my shoulders once more. There was warmth now where there had not been before.

            I stopped as soon as I had begun. I had no sense of space or time. I could not locate my calf, could not tell my finger from my toe. I told my eyes to open but as my vision remained dark, I was left to question if my lids had forgotten who I was or if my surroundings were simply lightless. And then, there appeared a light, muted grey. And I heard her voince murmring once more. It was coming from all around me as it had in the vacuum. Though I was unsure of my body, I told my head to look up, then down, trying to find her.

            When I opened my mouth to call for her, I eeked a dark, viscous fluid. I closed my mouth only to open it once more and playing with the dead space in my orifice, I discovered I no longer owned a tongue. I could not form words so I created muted emotions to travel out into the dim void around me.

            A dark figure appeard in my side vision, off to my left. I spun my head to see what was about to accost me, but it was simply a vast black molding of the viscous fluid, like a meteor in space, the fluids had fused together to form one being. As I turned my body more and more, I saw another meteor, and then another. I was surrounded by dark mouth meteors.

            I happened to look above me. I saw another meteor, only, this particular mass had legs. Legs of a woman, half a pelvis, hanging lucidly, flailing about as the indiscernible object moved through the space. I looked past the odd meteor only to see yet another with legs form the knees down.

            I opened my mouth in a gasp, releasing more of the tar fluid. This time, instead of floating away from my body, the tar sat an inch from my face. I pumped my arms sideways as to swim away from it, but it followed me. I decided not to open my mouth, yet, I could no longer breath through my nose. There was a block, a clog and I had no choice but to gape my mouth for air. Once again, the fluid leaked out, grabbed onto the already present mass. As a few more breathes went by, I knew the fluid would begin to wrap itself around my head.

            Her voice came once again. As a murmur, then growing ever louder. Her tone had not changed, but her words were comprehensible to me. The louder they became, ever more frantic was I to shield my ears. My attempts were futile to her voice that rang clear all around me, cloaking me like the lake mist, crushing me like the vacuum:

            YOU ARE MINE. STAY INSIDE ME.

Reviews

[Steve]

I really like the way you write, words and sentences that really create vivid imagery. It flows wells, you have a great natural writing style, and explain in a captivating way what seems to be pretty unexplainable. Keep writing!

Steve