What's in a Dream? (standard:fantasy, 1579 words)
Author: Wacko	Added: Jan 17 2001	Views/Reads: 3590/2136	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a short unfinished story I've been working on. It's a group of reoccurring dreams I've had, but the blank spots are filled in. This is my first, so if anyone reads it, pleast vote.Feedback is mandatory.

What’s in a Dream? 

“What’s going on?” I thought to myself.  “I didn’t think it was fall.” 
The air even had that fall crispness to it when I inhaled.  The forest 
looked so dark and dreary.  All the trees stood ominously above, like 
they were looking for a reason to grab me.  I looked around to see some 
of the dried leaves still holding on for dear life.  A jet-black raven 
that was perched on one of the scraggly branches squawked, but no noise 
came out.  For some strange reason though, I could still hear it.  “I 
know this is my road, but it seems kind of odd,” I thought as I 
continued to go wherever I was going. Just then a car turned on to the 
road.  “Oh my god, help me,” I screamed.  But again, there was no 
sound.  “What am I scared of?”  I remembered the car and yelled again.  
“HELP! HELP!”  Panic gripped me like never before.  I started to run, 
but the harder I tried the slower I went.  The moon reflected off the 
limestone road, and the rocks sparkled like millions of diamonds laid 
out ahead of me.  My feet started to hurt as they pounded the road.  I 
looked down and noticed I wasn’t wearing any shoes.  The tiny pebbles 
had started to embed themselves in my feet.  The trees started to blur, 
blending together to form huge dark walls on either side of me.  The 
car was still coming.  I looked around for something to throw, and 
found a gray aluminum garbage can.  I turned and heaved it at the car, 
only to have it explode in a flash of light and color.  The car was 
bearing down on me when I tripped in a pothole.  My face hit the ground 
hard, and as I looked up the moon caught my eye. It seemed very 
peculiar to me seeing as how I was facing north.  Then I noticed 
something else.  The moon seemed to be winking at me.  I shook my head, 
thinking it might be my eyes playing tricks on me.  It didn’t help; the 
moon was definitely winking at me.  So I decided I would ask him why he 
was in the north. 

“Mister moon, why are you in the north, instead of the east, or west?” 

“Mister? I beg your pardon, what do you mean mister?” the moon asked in
a very stern woman’s voice. 

“Oh, I’m so very sorry, I just assumed...” 

“Assumed?  Assuming things gets a person in trouble. Always remember
that.” 

“Yes, well, like I said, I’ve always thought the moon was a man.” 

“It’s because you’re ignorant,” she scolded. 

“Ignorance is a very relative thing though,” I reminded her. 

“Relative?  Like a grandmother, or grandfather?” 

“I would suppose more like an aunt or an uncle,” I answered frankly. 

“That does sound more like it.  Anyway, why are you laying there?” 

“Oh my gosh, I almost forgot.  There is this car chasing me.  I have to
get out of here right now.” 

“But why?” 

“I’m not really sure,” I answered. 

“Then you shouldn’t be scared right? And if you aren’t scared then there
probably isn’t anything chasing you, correct?” 

“I guess.” 

“Then get up and leave,” she instructed me. 

“OK.” 

Blackness surrounded me. 

I stood up viewed my surroundings.  There was a dense forest all around
me.  It was completely dark, except the trees glowed with an eerie 
luminescence.  An owl gave it’s frightening call somewhere off in the 
distance, and I jerked my head around to see where it was.  Years of 


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