Wind Blowing Past the Coming Night

Thursday, December 20th, 2007 UTC

Ah, can you feel it? The sweet and savoury scent of the Christmas wind in a generally hot place, indicating that security and love are present somewhere, unseen but waiting to be felt. You walk adrift, not controlling your own feet yet feeling that your sense of direction cannot possibly be wrong.

The trees move with the soft wind, tingling and shuddering with some delight the human race cannot know of, wishing to fly along the trail of the gust. The sound of the world seems to conspire in your favour, granting you a slight moment of omniscience and hope. Even the other people seem to be smiling, perchance with the same thought circling about your head. Your skin seems to be so glad that for a moment, while your mind is in an altered state, it commands the entire body to abandon ground and rise up to the clouds, with that almost-divine wind, unto the stars and beyond, unto a white shore in a distant planet, unto rocks and pyramids of silver glass; unto a future so bright and beautiful, that your eyes desire and see the whole frame as well. The wind has brought you peace, comfort, and hope for a bright world. Indeed, it has… Your ears hear a whole symphony of instruments resonating in perfect balance. You can feel it, you can hear it, you can see it, you can smell it, you can taste it… you can almost touch it… Good Lord, you are almost there! The wind is taking you to the place you are meant to be!! Rejoice!!!

And then you feel it…

Blast…It was a dream… nothing more.

Blast… You rose so high that you fell altogether lower.

Blast! It was a bloody dream! Nothing more!

Well, be thankful. I haven’t had that dream, yet I lie in your same hole.


4 Responses to “Wind Blowing Past the Coming Night”

  1. mittens Says:

    But even if a dream it merely is, surely such a pretty dream makes a charming accessory to reality? Or rather, stern reality accentuates the sweet vinegars of the dream. They complement each other as smoothly as apple in peanut butter, or ice cream on a hot day.
    Dreams and reality are but two faces of the same shiny coin, in essence, they are made of the same stuff, and it is sometimes amusing to pretend one is the other.

  2. elshazamerie Says:

    A dream serves for many things that enumerating them would be such a fantastical waste of time, the whole item would lie shattered in ruins… But some things are certain: dreams carry us to places that we, verily, can only hope for (with rare but nonetheless present exceptions)… Dreams may be induced by other people and in the process people no longer draw the line between what is dreamt and what is real (lo, what luck of those rare men and women that roam the earth, smiling…)… Dreams are for people that are open to a “better” significance of this whole tangle of reality…
    What happens, though, when the person that induced you the dream decides to depart, taking the trail of the dream with him/her?… Dreams are of essential significance, for they make us aspire things ridden with grandeur… “It does not do well to live in dreams… and forget to live.”

    How I bloody wish it was all a dream!! Maybe someday it will.

  3. Mr. Queasy Says:

    Living in a true nonsensical-fantastical dreamland much à la Through the Looking Glass would indeed be charming; though in a way, we who write already have a summer cottage in such a world through imagination. You can’t be there all the time, but a few hours or minutes are comforting and rewarding.

    ‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone,’ it means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less.’

    Albeit many facets of reality can be troubling, there is always whimsy and whit to complement. Also, we have ‘The Tapioca’ from Thoroughly Modern Millie.

  4. memory lane Says:

    i am not them, so i can not respond as fine as they would. these dreams that you speak of are nothing more then the fain reality that you lust for. i dream of freedom as you would dream for christmas. always present, yet never there(for me at least). i have nothing fancy to contribute to your wisdom but this; “while dreaming of life she forgot to live”

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