Monday, February 21, 2011

A Man, No Face

It is my wedding day. I realize this as I look down at my hands and see I am wearing a long white gown. A fog is around my face so at first I am unsure where I am. Then faces begin to take shape and I see my friends and family all around me. I'm in the entry way of a church. I hear a bell dinging above me, no doubt signaling my special day.

I see friends that I went to high school with, one standing out is my friend Sarah. She looks so different than I remember her. Sarah used to have long black glossy hair but now its cropped short with pink tips. On her arm is my first love, another strange observation since I always thought they hated each other. Sarah smiles and walks over to me I notice her breasts, they are large and fake! How bizarre.

I also see people who are high in social status. The governor, a few well do to politicians, and very rich looking celebrities. I must be marrying someone very important?

I am suddenly being pulled away and toward the double doors ahead of me. I look to my right and left and the crowd that was once around me has disappeared. I look down at my gown to see that my feet are moving me forward down an aisle. A beautiful red silk aisle runner covered with red and white roses unfolds under my bare feet. I keep my eyes down as I get closer to the end, I see stairs and my eyes slowly inch up a pair of long legs clad in tuxedo pants. I see his lapel and feel butterflies flutter in my stomach as I get closer to his face.

Lovely music plays and then I wake up, never knowing who my intended is.

The Woman Around the Bend

It was a cold night. My mother was driving us home from somewhere, their were babies crying in the backseat which made little sense because I am the eldest of only two children. My mother is singing crazy by Patsy Cline that was playing on the static of the radio.

I look over at my mother, I can only make out a side profile in the darkness. She is pregnant and large looking extremely close to her date of delivery. I am shocked by this since I have no idea how she became pregnant in a matter of seconds. She turns to me and says, "Honey, will you please quiet those children." I turn around in my seat to try and sooth the child directly behind me, but it only screams louder.

I then hear my mother whimper and say, "Oh my goodness, theirs a woman in the road!" I swivel my head to look keeping my hand on the infant in the backseat. We are rounding a turn, a turn I know very well. We're about to cross the bridge getting closer the the dark figure. The woman my mother and I are seeing has long white hair and wearing only a long black coat. Her pasty face appears in the headlights as she turns to face the approaching car.

I'm frightened and have a terrible feeling. I say to my mother, "Please let's not stop." She does not hear me and stops the car. I'm still trying to quieten the upset children.

My mother puts the car in park and opens the door, I watch nervously as she approaches the old lady. In a matter of seconds the old woman's face turns from pasty white and scared to demonic. She shoves my mother on the ground pulls a large butcher knife from her coat and cuts my mother's stomach open. I watch in horror as she pulls the baby from my mother's womb and runs off into the night laughing hysterically.


This is an account of what I remember from a dream I first had when I was 15 years old.