A Terrible Dream, or Was It? An Answer to Billybuc's Challenge to Write a Dream Sequence
In the Dark of Night
The children. She had to protect the children. That horrible man was there again watching them and glaring. He eyed them up and down and seemed to be willing himself to suck their life. Who was he? Why was he here? Before she could answer her own questions he was gone....and with him the children.
She could let anything happen to herself but not the children. She had to protect them and save them from danger. She began hunting for the man but every road was a dead end. No matter which street she picked there was no way out. Turning around and going back street after street making no progress.
She knew it was futile to continue trying that way so she took to the air. When she flapped her arms she began to rise off the ground. The harder she flapped the higher she went. Once she was up above all the buildings she could allow herself to glide on the wind while her eyes searched the ground below. She had the speed of an eagle on the currents and an eagle's eyes as well. She could see the smallest details so far below.
It was dark, darker than any night she'd ever known and yet she could see the faces below her. Some with evil shining in their eyes, others with no life in their eyes at all. Some were worried, some were sad, it was all in their eyes. She didn't recognize this world but she knew this was where he had taken the children. She wanted to cry. Her heart hurt so bad for the children but she knew she didn't have time to weep or feel sorry for anyone. She had to keep flying. She had to find him before something bad happened.
She heard a loud noise. Was it a bang or a shot? She wasn't sure but it woke her immediately. She sat straight up in bed and realized she had been dreaming that terrible dream again. It came so often and the terror of it left her cold and fearful. She had to protect her children and couldn't imagine the helplessness she always felt in the dream.
Flying was not only her way to find the children but it seemed it was her escape from an evil world. A world where she had no control but to get away. Why was she having this dream more and more frequently? She ran to each of the children's rooms peeking in to make sure they were safe in their beds. She chuckled when she got to Tommy's room as she saw him almost hanging off the bed. He was a restless sleeper and she never knew what position he would be in.
She tried to quietly sneak into Tommy's room but he opened one eye. "Mommy, is Daddy here?" "No, not tonight" she said and covered him up. Since her husband David had left three months ago it had been hard to explain to the boys where he was. She wasn't going to tell them that their beloved father had left them for a younger woman, how could she? They adored their father but she knew better. She knew his dark side and knew how selfish he could be. Of course she was afraid he would try to take the boys away from her, he was that spiteful. Though she knew it she couldn't understand it. He was the one who had left them, she had done nothing. He was the one looking for a better life, without her and the children. How could he think life would be better without his children and that was what scared her.
What if he realized life couldn't be better without his children? What if he decided he wanted his boys with him? The bang she heard this time was her heart against her rib cage. Thumping and beating harder as it filled with fear. That was her fear, the fear of losing her children.
The Christmas Party
The Other Woman
Delia worked with David. She'd met Delia several times and knew David had worked a lot more overtime in the last year but thought it was just because he had been promoted and needed to prove himself. Delia was his assistant and needed to work with him. He always called to tell her he'd be working late and would have dinner out. The boys resented his absence but she explained Daddy had to work and didn't like being away from them any more than they liked it.
The day she found the lipstick stains on his shirt made her think it was too cliché. She remembered hearing that old song, "Lipstick on Your Collar", how silly. She actually shrugged it off telling herself she was overreacting. Things might have been okay and they were, until she found a pair of lace undies in his pocket. Then she knew. The sweat on her palms and that pounding of her heart told her this was serious and David was cheating. She mulled it over in her mind for days. How could he? Didn't he care about his family? What should she do? Should she confront him or just ask him? It was a terrible time filled with anger, loathing, and sadness. Thirteen years of marriage shouldn't come to this. Then she thought about the other woman.
She searched her mind for other women in their lives and no one they associated with would fit the bill. She thought about the women he worked with and, Delia! Of course that had to be who it was. She was his personal assistant and he did nothing without her. Well, obviously he did nothing without her. How could she be so blind? That young thing hung on David's every word. Even at the office Christmas party with all the wives there, Delia followed David around like a puppy. She'd shrugged it off as a crush. Seems she did a little too much shrugging! Delia was a new girl, good looking boss, those things often happen. She never thought David would return the feelings. She and David had been solid. Oh he had his dark side and when he was angry his temper flared out of control, but that was part of David. She was always able to keep the boys away from him when he was like that. Most of the time he was a loving husband and father. That's the part that didn't make sense. He was always a loving husband and father. He still made love to her. How could he being making love to two women? Well, it didn't matter what she thought, he was.
What Happens Next?
All of this looking back did no good now. The break up had been ugly and David said cruel and hurtful things. He said Delia was refreshing and full of life, not an old housewife. He blamed her for not keeping him interested. He never really mentioned the boys which scared her more. He moved out late at night though, not wanting the boys to see. Now that she thought about it, that's when the dream started, the night he moved out The man stealing the children in her dream was David!
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