The Writer's Cramp 1/25/21 W/C 399
Are you a believer in the power of a dream? I had one last night and it had a surprise ending. But I wish I could remember it. Just like a puff of dandelion fluff, it blew away when I awoke.
“Mom, did you ever have a dream you can’t remember? You know it when it is happening, but once you wake up, it’s gone?” I stared into space, trying my best to bring back the memory. Something about a dog and wandering into the woods. It was a scary place, that much I remembered.
She looked at me, taking some time away from doing the breakfast dishes.
“Once I had a dream my brother drove off a cliff. I woke up in a panic.”
“Did that ever happen?”
“Thank the Lord, no.” She went back to washing the dishes.
“I had a dream last night. A dog and I wandered into the dark woods. It was scary.” I glanced at her.
“A dog?” Mom was now looking out the kitchen window. Her hands held the towel. It was like she was in a trance or something.
“Does that mean something? Is it bad that I saw a dog? And what does it mean that the dog was in the woods?” I wish I could remember the ending. It must be bad if I couldn’t remember it, or so I thought.
“Marcie, sometimes we have bad dreams. They don’t always mean something bad will or has happened, it’s just your brain. Your brain has to reset sometimes. Now you need to get off to school. Just forget about it.”
So I went off to school. I tried to forget about the dream. But it came back every night for a month.
One night I decided to go to the woods and meet the dream. I saw the dog at the big pine tree, just like in the dream. We walked to the lake, it looked familiar. Then we floated to the top of the mountain. From the summit, I could see the world. The world was covered in a red fog. Suddenly the fog lifted, leaving the world covered in white dust. No trees, no buildings, no water.
I woke up. I couldn’t see anything. Red fog filled my room. A dog lay at my side. Suddenly I felt safe. Mom was right. Sometimes your brain has to reset.