Friday, June 4, 2010

Dreamfest Blogfest!

Don't freak, peeps. Just re-posting Faye's dream from Beckoned in honor of the Dreamfest! (found at http://hellia.blogspot.com/)

She was walking through the woods. Now, there was nothing particularly wrong with that, except she should have been at home in bed. She should have been asleep. But instead, she was traipsing through the woods in the middle of the night like some sort of flower-child, wearing this long, flowing gown and no shoes! She looked down at the delicate lace covering her legs and feet in disdain. Even on her least sensible days, she knew better than to go tromping through the brush and brambles without flip-flops on at least.
She stopped walking and looked around. The moon was brighter than she had ever seen it before, low and glowing silver in the sky. She could see a narrow trail stretching through a grove of oak trees ahead of her; wooden boards were set into the dirt path like steps leading up. She hesitated. Where was she? She had never been here before, and a feeling in her stomach told her she was very far from home.
You know where to go. Just keep on following the path, mon cher. She shivered. So she was hearing voices now? An incredibly charming, utterly convincing, undeniably male voice at that? She found herself moving towards the path, willingly pulled by some force she couldn’t identify . She climbed up the wooden steps, looking down almost absently as she felt the slight sting of a splinter lodging itself in her right foot. It didn’t matter - there was something wonderful at the top of that hill.
She could see a glowing up ahead, like concentrated sunlight, golden and intense; she couldn’t look directly at it. But she caught the outline of things: a huge, majestic but oddly shaped tree; something whose shape gave the faint hint of gates; and a man, who she knew was staring directly at her, though she couldn’t see his face. It was his voice she had heard whispering across her mind, his voice she could hear now. Take my hand. The stranger extended his arm, palm up and towards her. Take my hand and follow me, mon cher. Come back with me. She almost did, almost reached out to clasp those mysterious fingers… when she remembered.
What about Emma? Her steps faltered - she couldn‘t leave her mother behind. The thought was barely formed in her head when she was already turning away, leaving that mysterious stranger reaching for her, that welcoming glowing light pulsing at her back. She could feel him calling for her, but it was a frustrated sound without words. The shock of it radiated through her, and she stumbled, lost her footing, and fell headfirst down the hill. She closed her eyes, bracing herself as her stomach flew up into her throat and…
…she woke up flinging her tangled limbs in a fit, pillows flung across the room and comforter nowhere to be seen. Faye’s eyes were opened wide as she panned her room frantically, looking for the silhouetted man. She could still feel him in her mind, could still feel that frustrated cry. But she didn’t see him anywhere, and slowly the paranoia faded - it was only a dream. As the panic inside her died down, exhaustion crept back in, till her eyes closed and her body relaxed. She faded off to sleep, thinking of that warm golden light and her irritated stranger. But when sleep came, no dreams followed.

21 comments:

  1. I liked your entry a lot. The calling to her with out words, only frustraded sounds was very vivid. Great post.

    Wonderful taste in blog templates, by the way. ;)

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  2. She could feel him in her mind and feel that frustrated cry. That says so much about how deeply we become embroiled in our dreams. Why do I get the impression she has just had a lucky escape?

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  3. "She should have been asleep. But instead, she was traipsing through the woods in the middle of the night like some sort of flower-child, wearing this long, flowing gown and no shoes!"

    I love that bit! (I mean, the rest of it too, but that bit in particular...)

    Great stuff, my dears!

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  4. Thank you guys so much!
    And a personal thank you for the blog template! lol I found it! :)

    love Kris

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  5. Kris, you nincompoop. She has the same one! *rolls eyes* But really, thank you everyone!

    <3 Kelsey Leigh

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  6. Vivid and visceral, a great dream sequence. :) I liked it a lot.

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  7. I like the directness of this one.

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  8. Thank you to Stu and Sarahjayne!! I'm working my way through the other blogs... painfully slowly but I'm getting there... looking forward to reading yours!

    <3 Kelsey Leigh

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  9. "She could still feel him in her mind" How accurate you are with dreams. I know that I've awakened from horrid dreams and I can still feel them, like ghosts haunting me!
    I felt as if I was really there, I can feel her yearning for her mother.
    Thank you!

    Come by and read my dream sequence and let me know what you think! :)

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  10. PS--thank you for following my blog! :D

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  11. I really liked the description :D The oak trees and silver moon and main chara in a gown without shoes...the image hung in my mind a minute. Well painted, hard to forget :D Good job.

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  12. Just came back because I forgot to tell you that I'm now over here following you. :)

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  13. Nicely done! I enjoyed the touch of humor at the opening and the lure of the dream lingering even after she wakes up. Really nice description in this scene! I kind of wanted that touch of humor again at the end-- but otherwise, I thought this was great! Thanks for participating!!

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  14. I'm glad I got to yours this was amazing! The frustration was so palpable. Great job!

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  15. Awesome! Very descriptive and easy to imagine. I felt I was walking beside her in the woods and could see the moon. The mysterious voice, tempting, yet somehow wrong, which carried over with her when she woke was very creepy.

    Thanks for the follow, happy to reciprocate! :)

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  16. Thank you everybody! This means so much... I'm kind of an obsessive-compulsive writer, and this scene had me basically staring at the computer screen for days. I was a zombie. But that's over now, it's here :) I just really appreciate all the compliments!

    <3 Kelsey Leigh

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  17. Nice work. I really like the ending of this piece. It's great how show she wakes up and then falls back asleep. The dream is very interesting with the light and descriptions used.

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  18. Very dreamlike indeed. Very natural to wake up from the sense of falling at the end; that's happened to me countless times. My only nit is the thrashing upon wakefulness, only because I feel like that happens a lot more in fiction than it does in real life, but the fall back into sleep was good. Nice entry!

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