Recurring Dreams

Recurring Dreams

A Story by Jon R.T.
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People things and places

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I miss dreams where i dont have visiters.

Fog in the brain or when you think you had it before.

Recurring ones.

Walking down Chambers road hill, I get picked up by a white van.

Three men take me to the house at the bottom of dip.

Pulling around back up top we get out he tells me "Go across the holler & get the acid."

At the edge of the treeline is a tropical cellular jelly plant in neon orange, green-blue & amber-white with yellow strands.

That ran longhand the length of the bulbous limbs, I take one saying, "I'm taking this for later."

I walk out the wood line to a trailer home with a picnic table under a corrugated metal roof.

After going in im outside spilling hundreds of valium a single gun shot rings out in the back room.

I hear her scream what did i do! what did i do!

Back at the van the old woman tells us her son is gone off fighting the war he left his car and motorcycle i tell them leave me the motorcycle.

Then im outside the community center pool in my home town talking to tech punks half my age droping silver ETH bars on usb drivers.

They shoot out eatting each other from the entrance snatching them up before i can and i yell holy s**t their carnivorous.

Jogging by the college I was always alone, now a female in a red sweater, walked past me.

Then the steps i use to go down along the river in NY I now jump off the ledge, landing on cracked highway asphalt.

Piled heeps of wreckage stacked high block the road.

With a ice cream truck that was a US mail carrier in it's former life as a hat.

Thats where I die, he say "Better wake up.", "You better wake up before I stab you."

I wake up gasping after with a dulled pain in the same spot he stabbed the three inches above the left kidney.

© 2025 Jon R.T.


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Jon R.T.
Jon R.T.

Double Springs, AL



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47 year old amateur poet stranded on the planet surface taking poison. In a small Alabama town where no one cares to hear me lumber from the heart or rant the madness. Another son of the god fearing p.. more..