Midnight Dreams

short story for The world of 500 group. I think I am going to expand on this at a later time. I have an idea for a book on this one.

I awoke in the middle of the night from my own dreams with sweat glistening on my forehead and tears streaming down my face.  I laid there collecting my thoughts; trying to remember what had caused the disturbance in my slumber.  I couldn’t recall what had shaken me so badly.  The tears had dried to my face and I could taste the salt on my lips.  My heart was still beating in a fast strong rhythm; pounding in my ears. 

The moment has passed, but my body was still affected by the dream, I couldn’t remember.  That is the strange thing about the unconscious realm; one moment it is vivid and clear.  Then the second upon waking it is all hidden, behind a cloud of fog that refuses to lift. The once clear pictures that played like a movie were extinguished; leaving only a vague feeling in its path.

In its wake there was this apprehension left in its path, one that I couldn’t get past or move on from.  My whole body was shaking and this dread couldn’t be shrugged off.  What had happened in this nightly vision to cause such a reaction? I knew an odd day was ahead of me; I just didn’t know what was going to happen.  It made me afraid of what the day was going to bring.

It took my body twenty minutes before it felt normal again.  I yawned and curled up on my side with thoughts running amuck through my mind.  Then my eyes felt heavy like bags of sand had been laid on them.  The last thing I remembers was the clock read 1:30 a.m.

I awoke with the same feeling once again and still couldn’t conjure up the memory of the dream.  I was now getting annoyed with the mythical world of slumber and the movies that it created.  My room glowed with the bluish light of the television that I had forgotten to turn off.  The changing images cause the light to flicker and change.  The silence of the night was almost unbearable.  The only sound was of my cat snoring softly at my feet.  I must have put the sound on the TV to mute.  I couldn’t remember doing it, but it wasn’t making a sound so I must have done it.  I didn’t move hoping to once again sleep before I had to start my day. Finally, exhaustion over came me and I drifted into the uncontrollable world of unconsciousness.

The warm sunlight heated my skin and the light shined in my eyes causing me to wake up.  That damn feeling was still there, but not as strongly.  What was making me feel this way I couldn’t say, but I felt it with every fiber of my being.  The birds were chirping as they always do in the warm summer months and I could hear cars driving up and down the street.  It seemed like any other day as the world began waking, so why couldn’t I shake the nagging feeling that today was going to be a strange and trying one?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There's some wonderful writing in this and I agree, it could make a great first chapter to a book. Your mysterious dream certainly left its mark, part extreme, part diluted by something invisible. You're obviously moving on to a more complex event or series of events .. exciting stuff.

Though it flows well for the most, i feel there are some excess/repeated words and rather dated phrases in places. Maybe you could read it aloud, perhaps you could hear what i'm getting at. From the start, the writer has to lure with quick fire words and intentions so the reader's gripped, wants to know more ..

[Art Sun]

nice work on this story from a dream

[Tommy]

Yes, I agree with SW; this would is a great intro to a larger story. I have often woke to that lethargic feel, leery of what the day will bring. You kept my interest with a little bit of mystery, and you could take this story in so many directions...

Really Great Writing Kristina!
RLG,
Tommy

[SpokenWord]

Great intro into a story as I am wondering what is happening to her in her sleep or lack of sleep maybe? This one had a very nice flow and I can tell it wasn't forced it read like silk actually.

[Ladysue]

This is good and tight writing...I was right there with you saying oh yes I know that feeling...great read...

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

wow, Is this an exerp from one of the books you are writing....... It made me want to read more at the end..... the suspense of what is to happen next.......... that's how you write a good book!!!!98