DREAM ONE - A Delightfully Audacious Attempt At Putting A Dream Into Words
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0.000 HBDDREAM ONE - A Delightfully Audacious Attempt At Putting A Dream Into Words
<html> <p><img src="https://s17.postimg.org/5qvldypfz/Dreamcatcher.jpg" width="720" height="720"/></p> <p>Describing a dream can be very challenging. Here is my creative attempt at putting a friend's dream into words. He dreamt. I wrote. Here are the colorful results. </p> <p>I’m watching a color-drenched sandstorm from my sky-high perch in a posh hotel. Some frozen moments in time later, I realize I’m locked out of my space. <br> </p> <p>So now I’m rocketing down in a flashy elevator to see about a key. I step into the lusciously decorated lobby, pass by some twisted faces from a plethora of strange places and head to an obtuse old hickory desk, where a study in contrast awaits me. <br> </p> <p>A tall long-faced old man dressed to impress stares me down stoically along with his front desk sidekick, a young little lady, freckled and spectacled, narrow-eyed and snide. <br> </p> <p>Long-face tells me I need an ID to get my magic key, so I throw down a big floppy card with my mug displayed digitally-made shade. He shakes his head and egotistically throws a cloud of doubt. Freckled and spectacled does the same, but with a nefarious little giggle. “That’s not you, not even close. That character has long hair and is ample time younger.” <br> </p> <p>Now I start to lose my cool and ask to see their big boss. They whimper and pout and try to whisk me away. People are gawking and starting to stare. I scream to the top of my lungs until a rotund character in a gaudy leisure suit appears. <br> </p> <p>I say, “Are you the manager?” <br> </p> <p>He replies, “I’m the man with the magic keys.” <br> </p> <p>So I explain to the rotund man in the leisure suit about my plight. He looks at my card and scolds the two clowns behind the giant wooden desk, “You fools are wasting my time! Of course it’s him!” <br> </p> <p>With sweat on his plump brow dripping, he tries to make amends, “Sir, I’m so sorry for your trouble. I’m gonna give you our finest suite and keys to anything you please!” <br> </p> <p>I smile but decide to push, “Thanks, but is that all you’ve got?” <br> </p> <p>He blushes and adds, “And all the fermented sweet nectar that you can drink!” <br> </p> <p>So now I’ve got a plethora of keys of all shapes and sizes. Time stands still and I try to head back up to check out my suite. </p> <p>A complex maze now is in my midst and I can’t find the rocket elevators to get me back up to the sky. <br> </p> <p>So I wander around with a crystal bottle of liquid fun in my hand. My mind starts to drift and the environment shifts as I make my way through lush and unending mazes of twisted rooms. <br> </p> <p>Now suddenly back in the lobby I find myself, but something has changed. How long has it been since I was here? In a dreamscape like this, time is multi-dimensionally smeared. The lobby has the same feeling, but my third eye doesn’t lie. A carousel train of sultry hot tubs is beckoning my name. <br> </p> <p>So I jump in and relish the hot heavenly liquid as it swishes and splashes in a moment of loud silence. A blink later and I realize that I don’t have a towel and I really gotta run to beat this surreal tide. </p> <p>I sample a little of each sweet fermented nectar and my head starts to drift. I see a starchy dressed bellhop with a huge saucer tray. I let him know the deal and he says not to worry. He gives me a towel the size of a small tent and I go on my way, dragging water with me onto the psychedelic checkered floor. Two talking sponges mop up my mess and finally after a turn of the dreamclock I reach my long-awaited King of Kings Suite. <br> </p> <p>A quick eternity later, and I finally arrive at the King of Kings Suite. I’m greeted by some painted ladies with retro beehive hair and a succulent stare. Inside there is a myriad of maze-like rooms. Gold trim and magic fountains of never-ending booze are scattered throughout. <br> </p> <p>A flash of white light envelops and sends me back down to the lobby, only this time it’s a shared palace with characters snaking around with not a care in the world. <br> </p> <p>In an abstract instant, a sudden swarm of dudes in red and blue superman-like suits storm the palace with laser-light guns blazing. A collage of chaos ensues. <br> </p> <p>This desert paradise is now my unceasing trap. I scamper and stagger and look for safe ground. Every point is blocked by the invisible hand. <br> </p> <p>I stumble down a spiraling rabbit-hole, fly by a million black cats, and land in a mini-fortress. Faceless people are lounging about, but still reeling from the chaos, I can’t help but shout, “What are you doing? We’re under attack!” <br> </p> <p>They ignore my plea and carry on with their pleasure and games. I chug more fermented nectar and look for a way out. I find a tiny little window and laugh at my luck. No way I’ll get out of this one, I’m sure to get stuck. <br> </p> <p>An adjacent window shows itself and I take a look out. More paramilitary jackals led by a stout little troll are storming our way. I slam the glass shut and find a space warp that squirts me into a hall of mirrors. <br> </p> <p>A 4-dimensional stone pillar shoots up, mounted to a wood-paneled wall. A desperate tug at the monolithic pillar turns it sideways and reveals a panic room full of blackjack-dressed paupers. I slam the pillar shut and find a twilight-laden two-way mirror. Now I can see all but then the pillar takes a fall. <br> </p> <p>I spring into action and try to pry the pillar into place. A psychedelic stick pokes through the pillar and a timeless two-faced old man pleads for help. I help pull him through just in the nick of unending time, because then the gap closes and snaps my infinite mind shut as I wake from my invincible dreamscape. </p> <p>The End</p> <p>Top image is from pixabay</p> <p><img src="https://s3.postimg.org/p6jh7armr/My_Steem_Logo.gif" width="815" height="90"/></p> </html>