Castle Crumble

hursday, March 15, 2007

Castle Crumble When I was a kid I used to have a few repetitive dreams that I have been thinking about lately again. I have not been having them again, thank god, but they are still fresh in my head even though they stopped about 15 years ago…. I used to have this one dream where I was playing in my sandbox and at my swing set all alone, slowly all the evil characters from "Pete's Dragon" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete's_Dragon ) start to appear. They oozed out of the sand, the popped out from behind trees, and they were all around me. My mother was suddenly there, but she was frozen stiff, and couldn't do anything. Some times I would beat up the Gogan Family before they could take me away, some times I would fall victim to them, and other times I would just wake up. Another dream that I used to have involved my father getting remarried. My parents are still married to this day, very unhappily, but they are still married. When I used to have this dream they were still happily married. I had to build my father and my step mother a castle on the top of a hill before their wedding, and I always did it…. I don't know how, but I did. It was always after the castle was built that I would be sitting on a wrought iron bench at the bottom of the hill. It is a beautiful day, almost magical and cartoonish how perfect it is. There is a pretty girl at the other end of the bench, and we are making eyes at each other, but we never get the chance to speak, both of us are far too shy. I turn my head and look down to see a perfect little daisy at the foot of the bench, I reach down to pick it for the pretty girl, and as the stem of the daisy snaps, the ground starts to shake. A tremor rushes all over the hill and the castle starts to shake. I hear my "stepmother's" scream from inside the castle as the castle crumbles into a pile of rock. I hear my Father scream my name so loud that everything in the world shakes, and as I turn to the pretty girl, she too is screaming, but the only sound is that of my father's voice echoing and shaking. This dream never had a different ending, and there was never a way to break free from the dream even when I knew it was not real.