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In Dreams

Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 10:20 am
by Scattercat
In my dreams, I fly. I open the window in my dingy 10th-floor apartment and hurl myself out into the night. The cold wind caresses me, the air supporting me as though I'm lying on a mattress. The dark holds no terrors for me. Walls crumble like tissue at my touch; hard-eyed men with guns and knives fold at a single blow of my fist.

In the morning, I cut myself shaving. I am no longer invulnerable. I am only me, middle-aged, balding; the eternal assistant manager at Kinko's.

The brick dust and bullet fragments wash away in the shower.

Re: In Dreams

Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 4:59 pm
by Douglas Hackle
Not sure what's worse: A) waking from a nightmare and then not being able to shake off "the feeling" of the nightmare until an hour or so later and sometimes even longer, or B) waking from a really good dream and then struggling in vain to hold onto the dream-feeling for as long as possible, powerless to prevent it from fading away. And yep, in the latter case, the running water of the shower often finishes the job.

Cool drabble.

Re: In Dreams

Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 2:57 am
by Rish Outfield
Dang, that's a good one. I might do that one for the Dribblecast, if I ever start doing that again.

Re: In Dreams

Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:52 pm
by PhineasQP
I can totally relate. Nicely done!