I will spare you any tedious introductions. Just know that I go into this with the assumption that I may be communicating to a group of people who are not real. It’s altogether likely that you are just tricks of my subconscious, wandering about a dream within another dream, and the other dream – the one I suppose we all may be inside – this I will describe.
A gathering of trees swayed hypnotically in the silent breeze. They were unusually tall and thin for their suburban surroundings, clothed in sparse, needly coats. Like robotic ballroom dancers, moving to music only they hear, the evergreens swirled with shifts of the wind, their pliable tops nearly intertwining one another, then gently unwinding and swirling about in opposite directions.
The place had a density to it, like waking up too soon after a sleeping pill, when your body and everything around feels heavy, but you are mostly numb to the heaviness. It was Fall; somehow I knew – the dancing evergreens couldn’t tell me the time, and my skin could not feel the temperature of the breeze, but somehow I knew it was Fall; maybe I’ve been alive long enough to develop an additional sense for these things; maybe it was the measure of light against what I perceived was the time of evening.
Pre-twilight stretched a sepia filter over everything I saw, and I saw more than I cared to – a house beyond the evergreens, large and distinctly stationary in comparison to the dancing trees. When I was young, I became violently ill after eating Vietnamese food. Now I feel queazy whenever somebody talks about Vietnam or its native food. This place – the trees and the house, pronounced in its station – made me feel like that, like I was wafting in a giant bowl of Pho’, and the scent was carrying to me in a way deeper than my sense of smell; the house, its overwhelming shadow cast over me in the street, the shadows of trees cast upon it – were releasing a psychic aroma, not using mouth or nose to make known their presence, but somehow seeping through my pores, infiltrating my blood, running course to locate a forgotten corner of my mind – a corner I kept hidden from all the eyes of the world and fooled myself to think God Himself would never find, but God, it seems, is due an occasional bout of forwardness.
This was the time I first began to feel I may have been dreaming. You know that sense you have when you dream – that sense that you at least partly know what’s going to happen before it happens, and even the actions you carry out in the dream – you find you have little control over them, even if most of you wants to avoid doing some things, but I suppose that is not so unlike our waking lives, where most of us walk about doing what we’d rather not be doing. So perhaps this wasn’t a dream after all.
Either way, dream or not, I knew before I made a move that I would approach the stationary house behind the dancing trees, and I would go inside that house, and I was painfully aware of what I’d find.
– to be continued –
Categories: dreams and visions, fiction stories, life events, spiritual themes
Legionwriter 
I look forward to discovering what was inside the house, dream or no dream.
Hi Carrie, thanks for stopping in. I’d like to say I’m also looking forward to seeing what’s in there, but I have a good idea already, and to be honest, I’m a little scared.
Well, then, I’ll be prepared to cover my eyes.
I’m scared already Luke!
me too, me too
Dude! Vividly engaging. A blending of the emotional and tangible.
Emotion and tangibility – that elusive combo. Thanks for reading!
The trance we are induced into by dancing trees in the sky are like limbs beckoning you in… are you sure? can you trust?
Hmmm… I am most fascinated by what lurlk in the dark corners of your dreams, kind creative person…
I’ll keep my eyes peeled to the treetops..
Thanks so much for stopping by and reading and the thoughtful comment! Glad you are intrigued. 🙂
greatly so. I’ll keep an eye out. You are quite talented.
I love how you write, because I read your stuff with all five senses. You do such an incredible job of evoking so many things. Can’t wait for the next installment!
Such high compliments from a talented lady! Thanks for reading, and I pray grace on you, Weebs
Keep going…I really enjoyed it and want to know what happens next! Your writing has a dreamy quality, too, that is fitting.
Thanks for reading and for the kind words. I’m not sure how long this one is going to get. It’s partly based on a personal experience, and this is sort of me trying to decipher what that experience means.
Sense of destiny? Predetermination? Or just the old being in the right place at the right time! 🙂 Nice one here, so atmospheric, very enjoyable.
Thanks for enjoying, Pete. Hope you’ll stay tuned. 🙂
I may. 🙂
Oh how I’ve missed your stories!! I love how descriptive they are, I can especially relate to the part about the Pho…I felt like I was right there with the character. You have an amazing gift of bringing stories to life.
The word Pho’ sounds a bit like a person vomiting, doesn’t it? Lol
LOL, yes!! Someone who finally makes some sense!
Great dream/reality you’ve crafted!
Very descriptive.
I’m glad Madame Weebles brought this to my attention through her latest post…..I’m looking forward to continuing through the trees (with a little trepidation, of course).
Godspeed you on your journey through the twilight. Thanks for reading!