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Inner Optics |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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I flushed the toilet: stood, turned, watched the various pills, powders and what-not stuff in pinks, greens, yellows, some browns, blue and lots and lots of white, swirl, mix and in a cataract of of highlighted water, disappear. Clear water filled the bowl. Rust stains marred the white of the porcelain. I picked up the gun from the top of the tank, put the end of the barrel to my temple, pulled the trigger . . . Damn! Every dream ends this way - no bullet in the chamber, no finale, no BANG! The girl in my bed, in total disarray, holding her arms up to me - I kissed her. I ravished her in every way men dream about, loved every second, was glad the earlier dream was only that, looked long, into her eyes . . . “more”, she said, eyes sparkling in anticipation. I awoke, sweating, stiff in places that had no right to be, on my belly, in the rain, in the jungle of ‘Nam, just East of Cambodia, silently begging the mosquitoes to leave me alone before I screamed at the thousands of bites I was taking while barely even daring to breathe, leastwise scratch and slap and rub. Again I awoke. In a part of town where beds ran fifteen minutes to twenty-four hours. Sheets were rented by the number of stains, blood costing extra, and lives, for the most part were redundant I bailed, as fast as I could, out the back door, down the alley, running down the street, block after block, and I’m still running, running . . . begging to wake up. © wesley james beard, jr. february 20, 2018 [This message has been edited by jwesley (02-20-2018 09:36 PM).] |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Awesome write Jim... I tried writing while I was dreaming once. When I woke, l looked at what I had written and there before me was a bunch of chicken scratches on the paper, yet it was so clearly written, when I wrote it during the night. You've captured this dream state quite well and took us on a very interesting ride  |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
As in a netted hammock in New Guinea, the little buggers are where you find them, AW. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Jimmy! This is an exceptional write! The dream state you nailed and the twists and turns you take make you hang on your seat. I think this speaks for other Vets on many levels. Ya really done good on this one Jimmy, it is up there with my favorites of yours. ~L |
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Almost Wholehearted Junior Member Posts 20 Pgh, PA |
I hate to say over used words (i.e. "deep") - but I honestly found this to be powerful. Dreams are powerful - especially when they aren't only dreams. Thank you for sharing this. I think our capacity for wholeheartedness can never be greater than our willingness to be broken-hearted." Brene Brown |
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Almost Wholehearted Junior Member Posts 20 Pgh, PA |
I hate to say over used words (i.e. "deep") - but I honestly found this to be powerful. Dreams are powerful - especially when they aren't only dreams. Thank you for sharing this. I think our capacity for wholeheartedness can never be greater than our willingness to be broken-hearted." Brene Brown |
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