And just like magic, there he was, standing on the mountain near the bridge where we had kissed that day. I ran toward him, my heart so full at his return. My faith had been justified and love won again. But the closer I came, the further he drifted, until I was alone on the bridge once more. Though it was winter, my arms were full of flowers, and I threw them down to the river, one by one. The dark water grabbed them greedily and swirled the blooms away.
I woke up crying. When will I be rid of the ghost of Billy Joe?
Written for the Daily Echo and inspired by Bobbie Gentry’s song “Ode to Billie Joe.”
Melanie starts our week off right with a new set of Q’s…
1. Why do we dream?
I consider it a data dump… to get rid of all the bits and pieces of broken code that float around our minds.
2. Do you think a person’s name influences the person they become?
3. Does hardship make a person stronger? (example: What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger)
Sometimes. Being a lonely child forced me to find ways to enjoy things by myself, which turns out to be a strength. I’m glad I’m not needy for companionship. But hardship can also make you more fragile, like if you were deprived of proper nutrition or medical care…
3. Why do we judge ourselves by our intentions, but judge others by their actions?
Because we are all hypocrites! But seriously it makes survival sense to favor oneself and one’s family over others. I don’t actually see a problem with this most of the time, at least in public. Engage in berating yourself or your spouse in the privacy of your home…
4. GRATITUDE SECTION(Always Optional) Feel free to share some gratitude in the form of images, photos or writing. Thanks!
Dr. Tanya continues her blogging about bloggers series with this question:
What are your “dreams” regarding your blog?
First, I hope our WordPress community is able to weather the continuing parade of changes and glitches to hang together in its present form. Why? Because I really enjoy it! Blogging, and in particular this community-based cluster of lit’ry folks, is my favorite form of social media. I find a lot of writing inspiration and support here, and I hope I offer the same. This is my main dream, basically that I don’t wake up. 🤣
Second, I hope to entertain people with my posts. I try not to jabber on about my boring life too much (unless there’s a funny) and instead focus on short fiction and poetry. Posts like this one are okay once in a while, and I do have my weekly peeve, but I try to balance this info type stuff with actual writing. And every so often, I switch things up with photos, music, etc.
Third, I hope to generate interest in my work for sale (cheaply imo) via this blog. I’ve been working on a novel and occasionally discuss the writing/publishing process. It would be great if some of my bloggy buddies bought a novel or book of poetry I wrote and liked my writing. 😍
My dream seemed absurd In the pink glow of dawn; Those hoofbeats I heard— Mere drums in a song. Then I saw the red rose You left at my door: So sweet to my nose; Dripping blood on the floor. My fingers were pricked, By thorns vicious and vile; I began to feel sick, Then you appeared with a smile…
Drifting past the din, I float into dream terrain, Where zephyrs caress me And wings whisper your name. Will I find you here… In illusion’s meadow, So far from my bedroom? The terrible price I pay For glimpsing heaven once, Is to never see it again.
What has been the strangest, weirdest dream that you can remember? What do you think triggered that dream?
When I was very young, I dreamt about getting attacked by a wolf, which I think was triggered by having a sore throat in the night. I mentioned this dream in a SYW post recently:
I was little, around 10 or under, and dreamt I got lost at the zoo. I ended up behind the exhibits and there was a wolf loose. He jumped on me and ripped my throat open. In the dream, I died, though I understand that isn’t supposed to happen in dreams. I woke up with strep throat.
This 2011 baby dream could symbolize creativity. Maybe I was writing a lot then, or thinking about new ideas for novels.
Here’s a scaryweird dream I had in 2011 about a pink and yellow lizard. This one could have been triggered by alcohol, or dating, neither of which agree with me.
When I was married, I had lots of dreams about drowning. Here’s one I had a few years later in 2013. Two others that stand out in my memory are as follows. Once when I was in a strange huge house with my whole family (including the ex’s), plus people from school, no one would listen to me that there was water coming up to the windows. Finally, we all had to go onto the roof. Another time I was in a carnival type ride with both my daughters and we ended up on the Coast Highway where everything was flooded. Supposedly these drowning dreams arise from feeling overwhelmed or suffocated by something. Or someone…
I had this dream about my mom in 2013. I think about Mom a lot and miss her so much. I’ve had plenty of other dreams with her in them, but they weren’t weird enough to remember. 💔
In 2016, I had a few dreams about driving (one with scary dogs). I’ve had many more dreams about driving, often where I’m not in the seat the right way and can’t reach the brake pedal. Driving scares me, so it makes sense I dream about it. One benefit of this bizarre year is that I’m in the car a lot less.
Lately, I don’t dream much (or my memory is immediately wiped). Maybe it’s because I don’t usually sleep that soundly, idk. I used to be such a great sleeper! Oh well… aging, whaddayagonna do?
It was fun to do the “research” for this post. Thanks, Fandango! 🙂 Sorry I couldn’t pick just one.
My greatest fear has always been aliens from outer space coming to earth and taking over the planet, enslaving us all, and using us for their evil purposes. Because this is foremost on my mind, I have many dreams about it actually happening. Last night’s dream, however, was very different, so vivid, so lucid.
First, I heard a spectacular crash, as if something had landed right in our backyard. I knew I needed to get up and investigate, but my muscles were paralyzed and all I could do was lie there, sticky with sweat. Though I was trapped in bed, I knew the aliens were coming into the house. There was nothing I could do as they crept about, searching for humans to capture. My wife slept silently beside me, oblivious to it all.
I tried to wake her up, since this dream ~ well, nightmare really ~ was so different from the others, but she didn’t respond to my whispers. Finally, I turned over and she was gone! Oh no! Had the aliens grabbed her and left me behind? That horrible thought energized me enough to get up, use the bathroom (I really needed to!), and see what was going on. I felt a short interlude of peace as I walked down the stairs and focused on the present. Obviously, it was only a dream and everything would be okay. I just needed to find my wife and give her a hug.
She was in the kitchen making breakfast as usual.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I said, embracing her tightly as she scrambled eggs in a pan.
“Hi, honey.” She glanced at me. “Aww, did you have another bad dream? I told you to quit watching those silly paranormal shows.”
Then I heard a strange high-pitched giggle. I turned and looked toward the table, where a bizarre creature sat. It had purple hair, glittery skin, and glowing gold lips. It was staring at an odd phone-type device in its hand.
“Honey, this is my cousin Jazz come to stay with us for the weekend,” my wife said. “Her apartment is being fumigated. Some sort of weird bugs.”
“Weird bugs,” the creature repeated. “Or something.”