Ivy

Ivy's opinions, part II
2002-06-25 19:51:19 (UTC)

Dream

Last night, I dreamt I was on top of a hill overlooking a
hazy and desolate wasteland. The air was still, the smoke
moving slowly across my vision. I stood with Brenda and
Tony in silence, entranced. A mile down the rugged slope
stood Great America. I could see the roller coasters
twisting like undulating snakes. The highest edges
penetrated the gray clouds and I saw him, turning the rides
on or off, I don’t know. He climbed to the highest top and
my breath caught itself between my larynx and chest. Others
were frantically running on top of the coasters and without
notice, they all ran down in unison, jumping off with him
trailing last.

I woke up dazed. The alarm pierced my dream and reality
didn’t make sense for a moment. I lay in bed next to Tony
searching for a deeper meaning, an epiphany, a vision,
anything. All I came up with was the realization that if I
didn’t wake up and brush my teeth, I was never going to
make it to work.

At work, the daily reports were run and the long-winded
emails rectifying issues were sent. Paperwork were
processed and jobs were checked but the dream was plastered
in my head like an itch.

© Ivy Penaredondo June 2002




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