DREAM TRAVELS
She’s wearing the light sundress of yellow and white you notice as you walk over to the table where she is sitting, a setting of tea for two upon the table. You feel a lightness inside as she turns her head to look at you, her dark hair swaying in the breeze of disturbance. A noise from the doorway you are passing grabs your attention and you turn and walk through it.
It’s dark, somewhere in a poorer part of town and you are being chased by a pack of wolves, then it evolves that they are not chasing you, but you are leading them. You head in a direction where the sky is growing darker, and the 2- or 3-story buildings are getting more and more abandoned and decrepit looking. Their howls spur you to a faster pace, when you suddenly turn into a lower casement window opening, where the sheet of plywood has been partially removed.
Suddenly, you are alone, and not a wolf anymore, but a human male, and you are armed with some sort of pistol. You have the feeling that you are being hunted, and are glancing around warily, searching for some way out, or a place to rest defensively for a moment, as you breath is hot and ripping at your lungs. Hunger grabs at your stomach, and the sweat drips from everywhere you have skin exposed. Several slices in the clothes show you minor cuts and bruise, like you have been on the run for awhile. But you are not really on the run, you sense deep inside. You are being hunted.
As you head down a dark hallway, with steam pipes above your head, hanging low enough to make you duck, the first shot ricochets off the wall to your left. Dropping to a crawling position you move forward, slower now than before, but a smaller target, and return fire, blindly into the dark behind you. ‘Cool’, you think. ‘Laser pistol’. A light reflects out of a crawlspace to your left, and you enter it hoping it leads to somewhere safe …
You crawl out of a doghouse. Literally, a doghouse, just like Snoopy would have had. Glancing around you are in some backyard, seemingly middle-class yard. In your hand the pistol is no longer there, being replaced by a chew-bone. You hear some barking from out front, and head through the open gate to the street. Less than a house away, running full speed toward you is a pack of wolves, only larger, with yellow eyes and jaws that are drooling saliva. You turn to run, barely getting a few steps before they are up on and you feel the bite on your neck and things turn gray and mist-like. A brief breeze blows by and you open your eyes.
You look at the dark haired young girl, who is obviously underage, and notice the tightness in the chest and hips of her dress that bring to mind thoughts that you shouldn’t be having. A smile plays across her succulent lips, to which you can only reply in kind. She leans towards you for that one tender moment of a kiss … and you wake up.
Hope you enjoyed.
PeacE
