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noside5 — Reoccurring Dream

Published: 2003-03-02 12:56:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 159; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 13
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Description I was sitting in the middle of the floor of a huge rectangular room. The two walls to the side of me and the one behind me were bare with white pant. In front of me a window..about 10 feet tall and 25 feet in length...made up the wall. Above me a ceiling fan turned, as if in slow motion. Blowing no air. I don\'t know how I got here, or where I was...but I didn\'t try to move away. Curiosity took over me. On the other side of the picture window, were endless green rolling hills. The sky was a bright blue, with a couple of white clouds carelessly placed around. It seemed so peaceful..but so strange. Maybe because there was no sounds of birds or sights of planes flying in the air. It\'s as if the whole world was on pause. I sat there...just staring out in the sea of green. Watching. Waiting. I then closed my eyes to make sure I wasn\'t in some kind of strange I opened my eyes to only see that the cloudy bright blue sky turned into a greyish color...as if from some old black and white picture. The grass was still green as an emerald...I couldn\'t imagine what had happened. I closed my eyes again, hoping it was just my eyes...but the antique looking sky was still there. I closed my eyes once more trying to change the scenery. I opened them, only to see that everything was the same as seconds ago. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young man in a possible 1930\'s brown suit, and matching hat slowly walking past the window staring straight ahead. But he wasn\'t in black and white. He was in color. Suddenly, right after him a middle age woman carring a pink and white umbrella, and wearing a old fashioned white lace dress followed the man. She too looked in front of her, unaware of someone inside the room. After the woman, 10, then 30, then 60 more people...male and female...all following the first man down the hills. They all continued walking over the first hill, and then the second hill about 2 miles out. Suddenly the last person came into view. A man..who reminded me of the first man I saw. He too, was wearing a brown suit, with the matching hat. But he wasn\'t the same man...his face was older...with dark brown eyes. Walking next to him, was a little girl, (around 7 years?)...holding the man\'s hand. She was wearing a long, lilac ruffled dress and had a white ribbon tied in her curly golden brown hair. Her face was chlldlike, with pink cheeks and sapphire eyes. She too, as well as the other people in the line, stared straight ahead...ignoring me. I watched the man and little girl walk, over the first hill. They were just to disappear over that hill, when suddenly the little girl stopped, and turned aournd staring right at me. But she wasn\'t the angelic child that had passed before. Her face was grey...her lips blue...her eyes lifeless. The man she was walking with stopped too...looked at the little girl and turned his head to look at me. He too, didn\'t look alive. A gash on the side of his head had dried blood in his dark hair and down his face. And he too was staring at me. He took the girls little hand...and turned around. He turned around. Why? They both then starting walking the same path they just just walked...but the opposite direction. I wanted to move. The first time since I found myself here, that I tried to escape. But I couldn\'t. I could not even make my muscles move. It was like as if I was lifeless. Breathless, I looked out the window, only to see that not only the little girl and the man walking back...but the whole line of people turned and were following the leaders. Everyone, that passed, and looked so full of life, looked...DEAD I noticed this time, they seemed to walk more quickly in pace. Moving faster over the hill than before. I tried again to get the strengh to move...but even if I could...how would I escape? There was no door in the room. I glanced out once more, to see the girl only a quarter of mile away, with her grey, boney arm in the air, pointing at me. I close my eyes and scream. Fear takes over my body. I open my eyes, and gasp with shock. Everyone vanished...the sky was a bright blue again...the spotted skys were splashed into the sky. The only difference was that green hills...turned into a sea of tombstones. Then all of a sudden...I woke up.
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plagiarist [2003-03-04 20:01:10 +0000 UTC]

It seems like you're trying to make extensive use of imagery, especially with colour - however, the explicit use of words like 'blue' and 'green' lets down the surreal quality of a dream description. The emphasis on colour seems a bit lop-sided in comparison with other descriptive features - if your perception fluctuates between a crystalline, clear view of the world and the reception of an extremely old television set, perhaps it resembles this in other ways? How do your surroundings sound, smell - when shocked, do your hairs stand up on end?

Perhaps with the emphasis upon visual perception in this piece, you experience synaethesia? (sp?) This is where you can taste sound, smell the way something feels etc. (usually occuring either in dreams or in pyschotropic hallucinations)

If you use more subliminal ways of conveying themes of colour, you may also add some variation into how the colours are presented. Using blue, green and white, would you describe the original peaceful, calm period as evocative of pastels? Changing the white to grey, would the uneasy scenes be similar to a choppy sea? This way, you're not only describing the colour of the environment, but its mood as well.

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