Dreaming is something I do
This is something I dreamt back in February and am only just reminded happened when I found it written down.
I'm on a farm compound built on hills. Areas are separated by fences (vertical wooden slats), some areas much smaller than others being four square feet as compared to acres and I can see over the fences into the areas around. I live and work on the farm, drudgery, misery, and ever present fear. Fear spawned by 'father', abusive, always furious, horrible, terrible. The mere sight of his shadow is enough to send adrenaline pumping and heart pounding. I hate him, I hate it here, and so I leave.
Early morning, light barely peeking over the horizon, I slip through a rough hole near the ground in one of the fences into a small box of land. From there I cross the small territory and slide through another hole near the ground. These holes are small, nearly unnoticeable, certainly 'father' would never notice them. I'm quick, but even so my disappearance is noticed almost immediately and even with distance between us I can feel 'father's' rage.
I haven't gotten far but I plaster myself to the ground on my stomach, face sideways looking back through the holes I came from waiting to see if they're noticed. The area I'm in is grassy and rocky, perfect land for goats though none are here, it's one of the many acre areas. I lay still, pressed into the ground, hoping the grass will disguise me. Hours pass, night comes and still I remain, morning comes and I make no move. 'Father' has gone for now.
Suddenly there's a girl in the area with me. She's sketching all around her. I don't notice her until she speaks to me commenting on the beauty of the morning and the land. Then I finally turn my head, stiff from inactivity, and see her. Beautiful, blonde hair, hazel eyes, perfect smile (Dianna Agron look alike). I don't reply, I have nothing to say. I merely lay my head back into its original position. Soon she leaves off sketching and sits beside me, closer to the fence I'd run from. She lays on me, her front to my back her head facing the fence as mine does. Her left hand slides up my ribs and rests there. I wedge my right arm underneath myself and stretch my fingers until they come to hers and she holds my hand. I feel her sigh into my shoulder, she says 'This is nice' and then we're silent. This feels comfortable, familiar, as though we'd done it a million times before. It's peaceful.
We lay that way for hours. Until somehow 'father' spots us and I feel his anger surge again. I urge her to run and I follow, her sketches are left behind. Skidding downhill towards the far fence and slipping through another hole. We go, on and on, through fence after fence. I have no idea where we are.
We slide through another hole into a giant area and the terrain is completely foreign. Lush, green, damp, dark yet somehow light, jungle. There's a giant bamboo skyscraper stretching up and up, though it seems cliffs and jungle dwarf it even so. We're suddenly surrounded by people, all deeply tan and muscled (the kind of muscles one builds climbing and hunting for a lifetime). We're accepted immediately into their fold and it feels like we've come home. One particular family takes us in, a family full of boys from the very young to our age, all rambunctious and cheerful.
We live with them for a long time, fitting in, learning to climb and hunt as skillfully as any born to them. We're happy, I think. She and I stand on a ridge looking over more jungle and she puts herself in my arms. She's sad. I don't understand why, but I wish to make her happy again so I resolve to fetch her sketches from the field we'd left them in. I separate from her with a kiss goodbye and suddenly I'm in some kind of race with the boys in our new family.
We swing through the foliage, vines and branches conveying us to our next perch. They feel like a pack to me, all of us members of a larger whole. But the feeling around us changes and I'm inexplicably in a race with just one of the guys, one my own age. We're scaling the bamboo skyscraper in direct competition. One of the younger boys interferes and tries to hold me back and a fury overcomes me, I grab him by the scruff of his neck and toss him onto a lower roof of the skyscraper (he lands safely and doesn't interfere again). I look up and see the older boy nearly achieving our goal, to tie a bow at the highest point of the skyscraper, and I rush to prevent his victory. I fairly fly the rest of the way up the skyscraper, grabbing bars and swinging myself up and up until I climb hand over hand up the tallest vertical pole and manage to prevent him from tying his fancy knot. Somehow I knock him from his place and he slides down the pole to thump onto the roof and I stretch up to finish his knot in a much simpler and quicker bow. 'Mother', who hadn't appeared until now but I knew to be the mother of all the boys who'd taken us in, was on the roof looking briefly unhappy before declaring me the winner and beginning a celebration.
The party lasts well into the night with dancing and food and festivities until I remember the sketches and set off again, little caring that it's dark and I'm traveling alone. I must get those sketches for her so she can be happy again.
I run, on and on into the night, leaping over fences which no longer have the holes we fled through before. I am indefatigable as I race on determined to achieve my goal. Morning dawns as I sprint over familiar terrain, rocks and long grasses, in my uphill climb. I continue well into the day until suddenly I'm back in the original field and the sketches are scattered where they'd been left, untouched by weather and as pristine as the day they'd first been drawn. I gather them swiftly, eager to return to my lady with this prize knowing they will make her smile again.
I hear a noise and look up. 'Father' and a small army of goons, men who worked on the farms along with him, appear beyond the fence. He sights me and turns red with rage, it is a palpable force and wakens in me the terror of him I'd not felt in what seemed like years. Suddenly I filled with fear and adrenaline and I turned and ran, heedless of any fatigue I might have felt. I could feel them at my back far behind but closing fast, the force of their presence spurring me on to greater speeds. Their hate for me is thick and real, the colors of them in my mind all red and black. My time in the jungle has obviously shaped me up as I am able to continue on this seemingly endless journey. My heart thunders in my chest, I hear nothing but the wind as I slice through it, my bare feet pound pound pound faster and faster along the ground. I leap over fences, dodge around any obstacles, careening headlong down the hills towards the safety of my jungle with the sketches clutched firmly in my grasp. I run straight through the day and into deep night. The moon while not full is still bright and casts enough light for me to see easily in my rush for escape.
I leap a final fence and land in the dark damp soil of my home panting and sweating, shaking with fear and aching from strain. My family gathers around me but I have no time to explain as 'father' appears on the other side of the fence with his men. They seem like fire to the cool jungle, their presence hot and bright and dangerous. My family waste no time as weapons appear in their hands and they drive off 'father' and his horde never to be seen or heard from again.
The conflict over my family parts around me to let my girl through. She is as beautiful as ever, shining and golden. She looks me over as I smile shakily and hold my hands out offering the sketches. They are rumpled but recognizable and whole. She takes the pages carefully, reverently, and holds them to her chest. Her smile, when she looks up at me, is brighter than the sunrise happening on the horizon. She grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. When we part I'm holding her tightly around the waist, her forehead pressed to mine, comfortable, home. And I wake.
I'm on a farm compound built on hills. Areas are separated by fences (vertical wooden slats), some areas much smaller than others being four square feet as compared to acres and I can see over the fences into the areas around. I live and work on the farm, drudgery, misery, and ever present fear. Fear spawned by 'father', abusive, always furious, horrible, terrible. The mere sight of his shadow is enough to send adrenaline pumping and heart pounding. I hate him, I hate it here, and so I leave.
Early morning, light barely peeking over the horizon, I slip through a rough hole near the ground in one of the fences into a small box of land. From there I cross the small territory and slide through another hole near the ground. These holes are small, nearly unnoticeable, certainly 'father' would never notice them. I'm quick, but even so my disappearance is noticed almost immediately and even with distance between us I can feel 'father's' rage.
I haven't gotten far but I plaster myself to the ground on my stomach, face sideways looking back through the holes I came from waiting to see if they're noticed. The area I'm in is grassy and rocky, perfect land for goats though none are here, it's one of the many acre areas. I lay still, pressed into the ground, hoping the grass will disguise me. Hours pass, night comes and still I remain, morning comes and I make no move. 'Father' has gone for now.
Suddenly there's a girl in the area with me. She's sketching all around her. I don't notice her until she speaks to me commenting on the beauty of the morning and the land. Then I finally turn my head, stiff from inactivity, and see her. Beautiful, blonde hair, hazel eyes, perfect smile (Dianna Agron look alike). I don't reply, I have nothing to say. I merely lay my head back into its original position. Soon she leaves off sketching and sits beside me, closer to the fence I'd run from. She lays on me, her front to my back her head facing the fence as mine does. Her left hand slides up my ribs and rests there. I wedge my right arm underneath myself and stretch my fingers until they come to hers and she holds my hand. I feel her sigh into my shoulder, she says 'This is nice' and then we're silent. This feels comfortable, familiar, as though we'd done it a million times before. It's peaceful.
We lay that way for hours. Until somehow 'father' spots us and I feel his anger surge again. I urge her to run and I follow, her sketches are left behind. Skidding downhill towards the far fence and slipping through another hole. We go, on and on, through fence after fence. I have no idea where we are.
We slide through another hole into a giant area and the terrain is completely foreign. Lush, green, damp, dark yet somehow light, jungle. There's a giant bamboo skyscraper stretching up and up, though it seems cliffs and jungle dwarf it even so. We're suddenly surrounded by people, all deeply tan and muscled (the kind of muscles one builds climbing and hunting for a lifetime). We're accepted immediately into their fold and it feels like we've come home. One particular family takes us in, a family full of boys from the very young to our age, all rambunctious and cheerful.
We live with them for a long time, fitting in, learning to climb and hunt as skillfully as any born to them. We're happy, I think. She and I stand on a ridge looking over more jungle and she puts herself in my arms. She's sad. I don't understand why, but I wish to make her happy again so I resolve to fetch her sketches from the field we'd left them in. I separate from her with a kiss goodbye and suddenly I'm in some kind of race with the boys in our new family.
We swing through the foliage, vines and branches conveying us to our next perch. They feel like a pack to me, all of us members of a larger whole. But the feeling around us changes and I'm inexplicably in a race with just one of the guys, one my own age. We're scaling the bamboo skyscraper in direct competition. One of the younger boys interferes and tries to hold me back and a fury overcomes me, I grab him by the scruff of his neck and toss him onto a lower roof of the skyscraper (he lands safely and doesn't interfere again). I look up and see the older boy nearly achieving our goal, to tie a bow at the highest point of the skyscraper, and I rush to prevent his victory. I fairly fly the rest of the way up the skyscraper, grabbing bars and swinging myself up and up until I climb hand over hand up the tallest vertical pole and manage to prevent him from tying his fancy knot. Somehow I knock him from his place and he slides down the pole to thump onto the roof and I stretch up to finish his knot in a much simpler and quicker bow. 'Mother', who hadn't appeared until now but I knew to be the mother of all the boys who'd taken us in, was on the roof looking briefly unhappy before declaring me the winner and beginning a celebration.
The party lasts well into the night with dancing and food and festivities until I remember the sketches and set off again, little caring that it's dark and I'm traveling alone. I must get those sketches for her so she can be happy again.
I run, on and on into the night, leaping over fences which no longer have the holes we fled through before. I am indefatigable as I race on determined to achieve my goal. Morning dawns as I sprint over familiar terrain, rocks and long grasses, in my uphill climb. I continue well into the day until suddenly I'm back in the original field and the sketches are scattered where they'd been left, untouched by weather and as pristine as the day they'd first been drawn. I gather them swiftly, eager to return to my lady with this prize knowing they will make her smile again.
I hear a noise and look up. 'Father' and a small army of goons, men who worked on the farms along with him, appear beyond the fence. He sights me and turns red with rage, it is a palpable force and wakens in me the terror of him I'd not felt in what seemed like years. Suddenly I filled with fear and adrenaline and I turned and ran, heedless of any fatigue I might have felt. I could feel them at my back far behind but closing fast, the force of their presence spurring me on to greater speeds. Their hate for me is thick and real, the colors of them in my mind all red and black. My time in the jungle has obviously shaped me up as I am able to continue on this seemingly endless journey. My heart thunders in my chest, I hear nothing but the wind as I slice through it, my bare feet pound pound pound faster and faster along the ground. I leap over fences, dodge around any obstacles, careening headlong down the hills towards the safety of my jungle with the sketches clutched firmly in my grasp. I run straight through the day and into deep night. The moon while not full is still bright and casts enough light for me to see easily in my rush for escape.
I leap a final fence and land in the dark damp soil of my home panting and sweating, shaking with fear and aching from strain. My family gathers around me but I have no time to explain as 'father' appears on the other side of the fence with his men. They seem like fire to the cool jungle, their presence hot and bright and dangerous. My family waste no time as weapons appear in their hands and they drive off 'father' and his horde never to be seen or heard from again.
The conflict over my family parts around me to let my girl through. She is as beautiful as ever, shining and golden. She looks me over as I smile shakily and hold my hands out offering the sketches. They are rumpled but recognizable and whole. She takes the pages carefully, reverently, and holds them to her chest. Her smile, when she looks up at me, is brighter than the sunrise happening on the horizon. She grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. When we part I'm holding her tightly around the waist, her forehead pressed to mine, comfortable, home. And I wake.