Most times they can't be
remembered. Others, can only be
remember as feelings and
fragments of things from parts of
your life. And even then, they're
usually jumbled together, only
making some sort of strange sense
for the dream itself. And then,
there's those dreams that are
nothing but unimaginable places
and events, that never happened or
ever visited, but for sure, you were
certain that you had.
You haven't a clue how or where
those thoughts came from, you
wake up with a fright or in a sweat
and your disturbed far into the
balance of your now and even your
tomorrow's. How do you cope with
such a thing. This is where we're at,
at this point of our story. Flip
flopping from the real world to the
dream state.
"My Bluman friend." "My Bluman companion."
"You take me to and fro and still I haven't a clue where we are bound."
"What ails me now, is that we never stop to rest."
"To me, I need no reason for a quest."
"For what purpose do you take me on."
"I'm stuck in these places not by choice, but by some subconscious design."
"So lead me on, if you must, but know for sure it is not of my own choosing."
"Now that I again agreed to go on your way,
can I stop for a while, just to rest my weary self?"
The road ahead looked unpleasing as most of the places we had been.
Bluman had led us to a place that looked almost like an alley way, filled with vines so dense on left and
right.
And my Bluman said, "You have trusted me thus far." "Please trust me again."
"For as our past places has proven that I am the most kindly and trusting of them all, so will our future."
"Now beware and take care." "Ahead are vines that seen harmless and calm."
"But go near them and they will suck you up like the whirlpool you fell in, of the sea."
"Mind you, trust me again and I will prove that indeed there is a quest
you will be glad to have found, later in our journey."
"As far as rest, I think you've guessed already, that your body is lying, now comfy, in your own bed."
"Again, I must remind you to not fall asleep here with me, cause if you do, when you wake you might find
that I am not there and nothing I can do from here can help you with wherever you may land."
Those final words hit me hard, like a brick. No sleep. No rest. No release from this all.
How do you argue with a creation from my imagination?
This gave me more of boiling sensation in my stomach.
Arguing with him was pointless, as it always was.
Again, I had not a clue, where I could go on my own.
So I stumbled along as before, down this brick road that had turned a shade of green.
Almost blending into the foliage, that now was beside us and beside us again.
Our vanishing point was now green ahead and our vanishing point was now green from behind.
"Not again." "Not again." I wailed in my head. "This is not to be believed."
"The monotony of the place was staggering to myself."
I was now wobbling and lagging behind the pace of my blue furry friend. No matter how hard I tried it
was not possible for me to keep up.
He almost was skipping along, in his step. And then it happened.
I was overcome by my weariness, so I stumbled from the path
and right into the arms of the very vines I was warned against.
Immediately, I felt its tentacles grab from every point of my body.
Locking me with fear, like a monster so gruesome even my imagination had difficulty with its design.
I twisted and turned but it was like quicksand dragging me deeper and deeper into its green. I
screamed and I screamed and I felt the sweat beading on every part of my face. I felt if I was being
choked all over by some gigantic determined snake. So I screamed and saw that my friend Bluman
was disappearing into the green, just as I. Had I forced him to come in after me. Within seconds, if
that long, I was dragged down within myself to a place I was warned not to go. To dream completely
alone. The fear turned into screams, screams turned into sweat, the sweat turned into panic and the
panic turned into fear again.
It was a revolving door with no escape. And then I blacked out.
"Honey!" "Rich!" "Your screaming again!"
"You've been tossing and moaning all night long." "What's the matter with you?"
"Did you forget to take your pills this morning."
"You know you must take your pills or the nightmares will be with you, all night long."
I was sure that I took them that morning, but I was so much in a fog and half asleep, all I could do was
mumble. "Yes. I took the damn pills."
"Let's fix you up, your all twisted in your sheets and sweating like a pig."
I let her do her thing cause I was so burnt from my inner turmoil I hardly knew what was happening. By
the time my wife came back to me, with a moist cool wash clothe, I had reached another state of
slumber.
All was black. I couldn't tell if I was falling or floating or flying. Out of the black came a long dark
hallway with many wooden doors daring me to enter. Orange flickering lights glowed as if lit by
gaslight. I hated this feeling that this place was familiar but I was sure I had never been here. It gave
me a lonely, ghastly sensation in my gut. I reached out and grabbed a doors handle, turning and
opening its immense shape, with a creek of the hinges. My eyes widened as I was stunned by the site
within the room. The floor was saturated with blood and gore, while above hung bodies from meat
hooks and flesh that hung from flaps torn into most everywhere I dared to look. I slammed the door
and fell back hitting my head on another door which flung open from within and to my dismay, a mad
joker man leered down at me, holding the head from some freshly cut victim. I bolted up with out
hesitation and flew as quickly as I could to another destination? But opening another door, I found it to
be no more of an option, as slitting my own throat would be. There stood a cackling goblin, of some
sort.
So, just like a child, I fell to the floor and whimpered loudly, shutting my eyes as tightly I could.
I cried and I cried, until I felt shaking from without.
"Oh my God Richard, wake up!" "Wake up!" "Your doing it again!"
"Your screaming and whimpering like some rapped woman!"
"What is going on with you tonight?"
I was once again, half awake and told her not to worry. That this was only just some strange set of
continuing nightmares and all would be fine my next time asleep. She sincerely had her doubts. But
she was tired from it all and I looked like the one that wanted to give it another shot, so she bent to my
wishes. She comforted me with a kiss, an "I love you." and a hug. Then I drifted to a place far worse
than the last.
All was as usual around our families Sunday dinner table. My grandmothers sauce and meatballs
were done to perfection. I was only a young boy but I loved my grandmother completely and I was
always her little ball of joy. Everybody was sitting around eating, drinking and gabbing in English and
the token Italian words thrown in for Italian measure. I could sense there were tensions building
around the table and my father who usually contains his anger till the companies gone home flew off this
day and spouted his Italian fury in his native Sicilian tongue, with a string of curses a low life pimp would
blush at. I ran from the table and into my brothers room, just down the hall, a place off limits, by the big
brothers rules. This time was no different from any other, when brother found me upset and in his
room, knowing I ran from my fathers anger, his anger flared. He was strong enough to pick me up by
the back of my shirt and the seat of my pants and hurl me out of his room into the hallway. My young
mind had enough and from every angle. It was like a psycho movie I was about to star in as the split
Mr. Bates. I was enraged with a passion for revenge and destruction. I had heard enough, had hated
enough, been abused enough. I bolted into grandma's kitchen, reached into her utensil drawer and
found the carving knife that always was there. I darted into the dinning room where Italian angry words
where still spitting at each other. The sounds kept reverberating in my head but when they saw me with
the knife they froze in their place. I took the moment and began easing my frustrated heart. With a
slash and another and another, parts of faces and fingers and mouths were diced up into chunky bites
upon the dinner plates. Only my grandmother was left untouched. With a morbid kind of glee I turned,
leaving the carnage behind and addressed the anger for my brother. He too was part of this play in my
mind. But when I reached his room I found him laughing and cackling with his friends inside and all I
could do was stab at the door. I fell crumpled at the door, now a mass of discontent and futile thoughts
within my head. I was certain that the slicing and dicing were just the things that could calm my heart
and mind. I was wrong.
"Rich!" "HHHOOONNNEEEYYYY!!!" "Wake up, your doing it again!"
This time I was balled up in a fetal position. I was whimpering and almost in a scream again.
But I was tired and worn beyond belief. "This is way to much for you or me to stand, for one night."
"Tomorrow were going back to your doctor and see what the Hell is going on with you and your meds."
She reached into her night table and pulled out a vile of pills, poured them out and chose a handy dandy
remedy to our dilemma. Valium. The cure all for the aching mind. "Now your going to sleep and your
going to sleep good for the rest of the night." "I need my sleep too, you know."
I knew I didn't need a pill to put me back to sleep. But if it would help me to rid myself of these ghastly
nightmares, I'd surely would give it a try.
"Give me your hand my friend and I'll pull you out of these nasty vines." As I shook my head, I saw my
friends blue hands peaking through the foliage. He tore at the vines and they almost immediately
loosened their grip, holding me so fast. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from the greens." His blue hands
pulled me up and out of those green chains, that bound me so tightly. I stood up with a sigh of relief.
"Well my friend did you enjoy your little nap." "Little nap!" "Why that in and out sensation was a lot
worse than any I'd felt here or any of the other dreams I'd been through, in this place." "Well maybe
you'll listen to your friend Bluman the next time his advice is given." For now, I had learned my lesson.
No more would I disregard a single word my Bluman made. As we strolled down the green bricks
path, I said to my friend, "So my friend Bluman." "Where are we headed now." "To the caverns my
friend." "To the caverns."
The Next Dream!