What's in a Dream? (standard:fantasy, 1579 words)
Author: Wacko	Added: Jan 17 2001	Views/Reads: 3594/2136	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.

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dried leaves were piled knee deep on the forest floor.  I began to walk 
toward the only light source I could see.  Off in the night somewhere, 
was a single window, with a single point of light shining from it. The 
leaves around my legs roared like a raging river at every step. All 
around me, creatures of the night gave away their location by moving 
through the leaves. “Craaaaack.”  I whirled around to see what had 
snapped the branch.  An enormous bear was towering over me, just inches 
away.  I took off as fast as I could for the dot of light.  Up one hill 
I raced, then another.  I thought I would never make it.  Then I 
realized it was my house I was running to.  My back porch had never 
looked so inviting.  Dashing up the stairs, I turned the corner and 
opened the back door.  Safe at last. The house was as it usually was; a 
little clutter here and there, and the antique bottles sitting in their 
places on the beams.  The house was strangely absent of any dogs, but 
they must have been somewhere with my mom.   As I headed in to my room, 
I happened to glance out the front window.  A very strong feeling of 
deja vu washed over me as I noticed the freshly graded limestone road 
in front of the house.  “Wasn’t I just out there a minute ago?” I 
thought to myself, but quickly dismissed the idea.  I turned down the 
hall to my room, and opened the door.  Sunlight was streaming through 
the open screened windows.  The fresh smell of spring drifted in on a 
gentle breeze.  I looked to find everything as I had left it, whenever 
I had left it.  The posters were all in the right place.  My bed was in 
the correct spot.  Even my clothes were hung neatly in the closet.  
Something just wasn’t right though.  I looked to the east wall and saw 
what was different: a hole had been cut next to the window.  At first I 
was mad, then after I thought about it, it was OK.  It was just another 
window, but with a better view of the creek.  I lay down at the head of 
my bed to look outside.  It was very blurry so I turned to lie by the 
window.  As I got to the end of my bed, I came face to face with the 
bear. “Ahhhhhhhhh!! Help,” I yelled, but no one could hear me.  I fell 
to the floor, and curled up in a ball, trembling.  Knowing the pain 
would come; I winced as I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

“Umm, excuse me man.  You umm, like, dropped these,” the bear announced,
sounding just like the dude, from The Big Labowski. Opening one eye, I 
could see the bear holding my black and gray ADIDAS. 

“Please don’t eat me,” I whimpered. 

“Monkeys don’t, umm, eat people man,” the bear answered very
mater-of-factly. 

“You’re not a monkey though.  If you hadn’t noticed, you’re a bear, and
a very big one at that.” 

“Umm, man, I am to a monkey,” he whined.  “I’m umm, just a little over
weight.” 

“Ok, I’ll prove it to you. What do monkeys eat?” I asked. 

“Umm, bananas, I suppose,” he answered hesitantly. 

“And do you like bananas?” 

“Yes, umm, very much so,” he answered without hesitation this time. 

“Then that must mean...Wait a minute, you like bananas?” I blinked
startled at the bears answer. 

“Umm, yes?”  I blinked again to find the bear had sprouted a tail, and
was suddenly the size of a real monkey.  My eyes blurred and suddenly 
there was a real live monkey sitting on my bed.  Eee eee, ooo ooo. 

“I knew monkeys couldn’t talk,” I thought to myself.  Then it darted for
the hole in my wall.  Where’s it going?  I don’t know, but I’ve got to 
get it.  I lunged for the monkey’s long tail, but it was through the 
opening before I could reach him.  “Darn it,” I exclaimed.  “Here 
little monkey.  C’mon, I won’t hurt you,” I said as I crawled though 
the hole.  I got out on the ledge and looked down. Panic took over.  My 
room was no longer on the ground floor.  It had to be miles above 
everything.  What’s going on?!  I was now holding on for dear life.  
What do I do?!  Then the monkey appeared above me.  But as I reached 
for it’s tail, my foot slipped and I began to fall. A blinding white 
light bathed my body. What’s going to happen to me?  I was no longer 
scared as I plummeted toward an earth that strangely wasn’t getting any 
closer.  As my fall continued, I noticed other things falling as well.  
Some things that I would normally think were strange.  But since I was 
falling nowhere, not much seemed strange to me. I fell past a rubber 
duck, toy cars, and even a shoe.  Other things, much larger things, 
(they must have been larger, because they were whizzing toward the 
earth even faster than I was) like silverware, soup, and elephants.  I 
think I even noticed a delicious homemade apple pie out of the corner 
of my eye.  I love pie.  All-of-a-sudden a strange feeling came over 
me.  I turned over to look for the ground.  It was only feet away. 
“Nooooooooo,” I snapped up in my seat.  What a dream.  That was so 
weird. “Another caucasian Gary.” “Sure thing dude.”  The Big Labowski 
was blaring on the T.V.  “What a great movie,” I thought to myself.  As 
I got up to get a drink, I glanced out our north facing picture window. 
 The moon was as bright as ever.  “What was that?” I asked myself.  “I 
could have sworn the moon just blinked at me.  That was just a dream, 
wasn’t it?” 


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