Lucidity (dream remembered)
In a strange crowded cafeteria , in the company of a young (boy?) of about 12, with whom I was close (and wanted that closeness back).
Waiting for something (what?). Joined the line to get a coffee, and found that the person in front of me had taken the last available cup. Then I noticed that there were some up on a shelf above the table, but they were very small, like a demitasse. Went to reach for one, but a hand came and took the last one again. To the right of that shelf, there were some about the size of a thimble, and I grabbed one. The lady who was pouring the coffee then said “your entrée slip please”. I asked what she meant, and she said “you have to order your entrée before you can get a coffee”, and she directed me to a cashier back at the tail end of the line.
Disappointed, I pulled my companion with me, and went to the cashier, who was an ascetic looking woman with a sour expression. I asked what entrees they had, and could we get one, but she said I must first answer some questions such as where we were from, where we were going, and why were we here etc.
I quickly became angry, and said to my companion “we’re going”. Down the stairs to the outside we went, then along a pathway until we came to a gated courtyard. In order to get through the gate, we had to crawl through a constricted tunnel maze. We made it, and my distinct thought was “one last indignity”.
Got into our van, and I remembered at this point that I had “borrowed it” from my employer’s parking lot, fully intending to return it before they opened.
We were then driving on a city street, going “somewhere”, and I had tremendous anxiety about being late with the van, because of our delay.
Somewhere within the city, we rounded a corner on a cobblestone street, and I saw a Jester (multi-pointed hat, bells, colourful clothes and all). He was walking on his hands, and had a big upside down grin.
Right then, a very large bat descended from the sky and landed upon him, knocking him down and nearly covering him completely.
This terrified me, and I awoke.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.