Someone Is Dreaming Us

Someone is dreaming us … and her sleeping mind tells weird stories that we wander through.  I walk down the street when the nearby buildings become flat facades painted like Jackson Pollock works. As I walk on, the taller buildings in the distance also turn into painted facades.   I wonder if this could be real, then ask myself “Real compared to what?”  A little girl wanders by, I ask her if this is real.  She says “No, it’s not real, and neither am I.  Believing is not seeing.”  She walks through a doorway in one of the flat facades (there is no door, just a door sized hole).  I follow her in, but she has disappeared and there are some small sailboats tied to a dock on a lake.  The wind is blowing in at Beaufort Force 3 (“Not Enough Wind”), but quickly switches to blowing out at Beaufort Force 4 (“Too Much Wind”).  We all launch downwind as the wind grows to Beaufort Force 5 (“Way Too Much Wind”).  One boat tries to jibe and goes out of control, capsizing violently.  The rest of us watch with concern, but the capsized skipper stands up in knee deep water, holding the broken center board he’s pulled out of the hull.  The water near us disappears completely, blown away by the now Beaufort Force 6 wind (“Woowee”).  We leave the boats laying sideways on the muddy lake bottom, and trudge back to the dock.  It’s now dark and someone plays guitar as we drink and sing Jimmy Buffet songs.  “I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks …”  A buzzing alarm sounds and the sun comes through a window.  She wakes up as we all  fade away … 

300 Words

Inspired by Deams

Word Count: 326
Hours Spent: 5
Software Used: Carrara, Google Docs