In Dreams...

Drifting along in a sea of pale blue, my mind floats on the breeze like the cotton ball clouds that surround me. My upturned face is kissed by the sun's warm rays. Floating...at first adrift with the wind...It caresses my face and body as the silk purple dress I wear molds over my skin. I begin to sink, like feathers set free on the breeze surely float gently to the Earth, so too do I begin my gentle descent.

 

Slowly...Gently...I glide toward the earth, which seems as if it is rising to meet me.

 

Grass the color of dried straw sways seductively in the breeze. Back and forth, the blades sway...as if in slow motion, each stalk displayed in distinct and vivid detail. Tall swaying prairie grass; rising up to brush against the bottoms of my bare feet. As i sink to the moist earth, orchid hued silk billows around me on the breeze cushioning my descent.

 

Wet soil and dry grass squish between my toes as I settle on the ground.

 

Wind whips my delicate orchid robe around me and as I land the crimson locks shot through with cobalt at the temples brushes my face. With eyesight as sharp as a hawk I survey the landscape. Ocean shaded eyes blink against the onslaught of my own silken tresses caught up in the turmoiled breeze. The tempo of the wind becomes a maelstrom surrounding me. Lashing at both my raiment and my fiery mane of curls.

 

I struggle to breathe as the wind picks up; swirling around me with abandon.

 

Then a great "Whoosh"  and stillness takes control. All is frozen around me as if time and motion simply ceased to exist. Everything around me is immobile. Eerie silence ensues. The sound of my own breathing reaches my straining ears and calm settle within me.

 

The cornflower blue of the sky is illuminated in stark contrast to the muted wheat color of the grass it meets at the horizon. Standing still I breathe...slowly...in...and...out. Time...The world...everything; standing still.

 

As I remain in place, the soil squished between  my toes, the air still. Then dancing on the edge of my hearing is the tiniest sound. My ears strain even harder to hear the distant tone.

 

Thump-Thump...

Thump-Thump...

Thump-Thump...

growing louder with each repetition. Pulsing... Throbbing beneath my feet; it matches the sound. It starts weakly and then grows; expands reverberating through my whole being as the sound becomes deafening.

"My Heartbeat!" I gasp and it quiets into a low resonance; driving my feet to move among the still grass. One step...then the next. I dreamily start to move forward. As I walk I look up to see a bird frozen in flight, glancing at it curiously I move on not giving it too much thought. I walk for what seems like hours and then...

 

There in the middle of nowhere is a rust colored bench! I stop in front of it to ponder; my  brain fuzzy with confusion. Event hough the bench is a deep rust color it's red seems more vibrant against the dried yellow of the grass and the pale  blue of the sky.

 

"Why? Why is the bench sitting here in the middle of a Field? Nothing around it. Who put it here? What is it's purpose?" the random thoughts whiz through my muddled mind.

 

The next thing I know I am sitting comfortably upon the bench, my orchid silk dress arranged neatly around me. The breeze and the world unfrozen, grass swaying rhythmically, birds fly past swooping and diving on the air currents. Small tendrils of blue and red hair whip gently around my face, lifted by the now restored breeze. The cool metal caressing my back and buttocks through the light weight silk is a welcome contrast to the heat of the sun beating down on me.

 

In the distance; on the horizon there is a shadow, its shape resembling a large well built man. It moves forward rapidly growing in size as it draws nearer to where I sit.

 

Swirls of color and dizziness...then utter blackness encompasses me.

Beep...Beep...Beep...the alarm echos loudly within the still blackness.

Reviews

[Lorna Lee]

What a treat Rhiannon, as I began my work day this morning...I needed something to take me away for a moment and I'm not sure how I made it to this particular piece but it did the trick. I felt myself drifting with you and was pleasantly surprised how the ending made me feels as though I had just woken up as well. I have to wonder if your mind will revisit this dream at a later date as it has the feel of something unfinished...intriguing. I Love it!

Lorna Lee

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

What a wonderfully decretive dizzying piece, so full of life and the vibrancy of the more vivid dreams. I really got a sense of flying for the first half of this piece, and even as I saw in my mind all that you were describing I found myself recalling the feeling of flying that I get when I dream of it myself. This is a wonderful description, I really can’t credit it enough, to bring to mind emotions like that, like a smell from your childhood it made me remember. Really well done.
I loved the descriptions, you really have put a lot of effort in here and it pays off lovely, bringing your images to life. I enjoyed the seemingly random shift and placement from the grasslands to the red beach, just like something the subconscious would create, and for some reason when your character is stilling there, just as the figure of the man approaches I got the impression of peace, like when you first walk up after a good long nights sleep with the sun then pouring in though your window.
And then of course the final line which brings us back to reality for both the reader and your character, exactly as it would happen, as abrupt and heartbreaking.
I really enjoyed this piece! I loved the flow of it and the texture you create. A wounderful story!

[Frank Terino]

Beautifully written and expressed, this story comes to life in the imagination in full color and detail,
Great job!

[BrightEyes]

what a wonderful journey - the descriptions here are amazing - taking the reader along with you down this path. I loved how vivid the colors and the feelings were here - thanks for sharing your dream with us - and letting us dream it with you.

laura

[Tania Leigh]

I think you did an amazing job with this glimpse into your dream....the imagery is excellent, and you depicted well the frustrating part of a dream, when something paramount is about to happen and.....you wake up. Great job!

[Zanna Rose]

not sure how I feel about this piece, I like the imagery, but I don't know....something just isn't right. I do however like that it's very much like a dream, off in it's own, not quite flowing always the same.