I remember...
I remember one of the first dreams I had. No not a dream a nightmare. I don’t remember how old I was when I had this nightmare, all I know is i was young, very young. Maybe five or younger. I remember the pink dress my sister was wearing. Or was it my mother. Could both of them be in pink. I think so. I remember the feeling of abandonment. For we had to leave our house. I dont’ know why, but my mother said we couldn’t live there anymore. I remember them folding out a sheet in the fenced part of our old chicken coop. I remember the wire surrounding us. I didn’t know where the rest of our family was. Why just my mother and sister? Where are the others? I remember I was very curious about the chicken coop. It was right there. We were basically living in it. I remember opening up the door, and walking in. It was very dark. I couldn’t see a thing. I can still feel the claustrophobic panic I had. And then that's when I saw them. The red eyes everywhere. Bat like demons, then from every direction started flying at me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see anything but their red eyes, and their wicked fanged smiles. I remember trying to scream for my mother and my sister, but they didn’t come. And then I woke up.
I remember quiet clearly one night during a family road trip to Yellowstone. We had this car, a Previa, where the back seat would fold down, almost into a bed. And one night on our way to Yellowstone, Jamie and I were sleeping in the back, we had been on the road for some time. Possibly a day. I remember waking up, and listening to the hum of the car on the freeway. I remember how dark it was, except for the passing car lights. It was peaceful. Everybody was asleep except for my dad, who was driving. I slowing crawled up to the front, and sat down next to him. It was, if i remember clearing 1:30 or 2:30 in the morning. I was amazed on how late it was. I was quite young and had never stayed up very late before. I remember whispering to him, about where we were. And how long until we get there. But mostly I remember the silence. We kept quiet, so not to wake the others. It was so peaceful, the car lights, the darkness, the quiet.
I remember one of the first dreams I had. No not a dream a nightmare. I don’t remember how old I was when I had this nightmare, all I know is i was young, very young. Maybe five or younger. I remember the pink dress my sister was wearing. Or was it my mother. Could both of them be in pink. I think so. I remember the feeling of abandonment. For we had to leave our house. I dont’ know why, but my mother said we couldn’t live there anymore. I remember them folding out a sheet in the fenced part of our old chicken coop. I remember the wire surrounding us. I didn’t know where the rest of our family was. Why just my mother and sister? Where are the others? I remember I was very curious about the chicken coop. It was right there. We were basically living in it. I remember opening up the door, and walking in. It was very dark. I couldn’t see a thing. I can still feel the claustrophobic panic I had. And then that's when I saw them. The red eyes everywhere. Bat like demons, then from every direction started flying at me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see anything but their red eyes, and their wicked fanged smiles. I remember trying to scream for my mother and my sister, but they didn’t come. And then I woke up.
I remember quiet clearly one night during a family road trip to Yellowstone. We had this car, a Previa, where the back seat would fold down, almost into a bed. And one night on our way to Yellowstone, Jamie and I were sleeping in the back, we had been on the road for some time. Possibly a day. I remember waking up, and listening to the hum of the car on the freeway. I remember how dark it was, except for the passing car lights. It was peaceful. Everybody was asleep except for my dad, who was driving. I slowing crawled up to the front, and sat down next to him. It was, if i remember clearing 1:30 or 2:30 in the morning. I was amazed on how late it was. I was quite young and had never stayed up very late before. I remember whispering to him, about where we were. And how long until we get there. But mostly I remember the silence. We kept quiet, so not to wake the others. It was so peaceful, the car lights, the darkness, the quiet.
What a horrible, horrible dream. Your analysis of it would be interesting if it wasn't too painful.
ReplyDeleteYour other memory is delightful and a wonderful contrast to the first one.