Dream

I had a really strange dream of myself running up a hill in Africa. Certainly awoke with a start. Damn near killed myself!

    A hill rests ahead of me surrounded in African wildlife. The grass is brown and dry, with soil as rough and hot as sand. The hill ends in a giant cliff facing the falling sun. I stand at the base and then run with all my might. I jump a few times as the wind sweeps along my skin. My feet sink deep into the soil and I find myself nearing the cliffs edge. Below is the ocean, a gorgeous body of water reflecting the drifting sunset. I hear birds over head as I fall to the ground panting atop of the hill. The ocean breeze sweeping my hair out of my tan face. My hands sink into the warm soil course and blistered. I breath for a moment, drums going off in the distance villages. Animals roam the plains below. For a few minutes I sit with my eyes closed, listening to the coming night. Fires erupt in the distance and I become a shadow in the moonlight. I remain still and when finally I feel rested and sure I get to my feet. I face the water with my arms outstretched and feet firmly planted, and in one leap I am swiftly dragged down to my death.

It was all just a peaceful dream.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a great descriptive passage and even tho some of the imagery didn't seem to exactly fit together for one cohesive African scene, since it's a dream, it doesn't matter! I actually liked the way this ended in death . . . even tho death seems bad to some people, in this little vignette, it feels like a dream come true. Living isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[LeFestinRaven]

Exactly. Life can be beautiful, but sometimes s**t happens.