Beyond the Dreaming

Each time is like the first time, even though each time is nothing like the first time. The world stretches and churns, then comes the falling out of the world into some place that has no name or description. It is a maelstrom of pressure, sound, colours and shapes tossing against the body as itContinue reading “Beyond the Dreaming”

The Prisoner

It was only another day. There was nothing special about it. Mornings happened to Carla, often by surprise. She lay her head down on the pillow at night. Then without any warning, it was morning again. She had dreams, of course. Deep involved dreams that took her to lands and places she had never knownContinue reading “The Prisoner”

When Dreams Turn to Nightmares

The year fell into cold and darkness. The summer had been long and hot. It felt that something had changed as the late spring eased into early summer. Something new had grown between us in the strengthening summer light. But now the darker days were coming. She turned to me, as the nights grew colder.Continue reading “When Dreams Turn to Nightmares”

That Sort of Woman

Anyway, she was the sort of woman that other people called that sort of woman. Not to her face, of course. There were mutterings though, in pubs and cafes, at the school gates and in the supermarket checkout queues. Being thought that sort of woman was not in the least troubling to her. She consoledContinue reading “That Sort of Woman”

The Sentinels

We remembered these skies. It took a long time to get back to them, but we remembered the blueness of their open vistas that spread out to the horizon and the clouds floating free on the winds and breezes. So different to where we’d been. Chorla took me by the hand and led me upContinue reading “The Sentinels”

When the Dreams Don’t Let Go

Sometimes the night holds on too tight. The dreams are reluctant to let us go, they hold us there in a world we know is not our own, but we’re unable to find the route back to this world we call real. There have been dreamers lost in the night, even as the long summerContinue reading “When the Dreams Don’t Let Go”

A Hand to Hold

I remember the first time. She needed a hand to hold. It was one of those dark dreams where she was alone in a strange and dangerous place of shadows and ominous darkness. She dreamt of walking there, not knowing what lurked around the next hidden corner, or what hid in the shadows that hauntedContinue reading “A Hand to Hold”

She was the Story I Told Myself

‘Tell me a story,’ she said, resting her head on my chest. I looked up at the stars in the sky above us. ‘I’ve told far too many stories already.’ ‘Not to me.’ That was true. I wondered what she would say when I told her that she was the last story I’d told myselfContinue reading “She was the Story I Told Myself”

The Girl of My Dreams

I first saw Gillian in my dreams. I didn’t know her name then of course. She was just a figure I saw in the background of some occasional dreams. I had already half-forgotten her before I noticed her – if that makes sense. I slowly became aware of her in the background of my dreams.Continue reading “The Girl of My Dreams”

It Was a Dream that Held Us Close in Our Falling

It was a dream that held us close in our falling. Shandra’s silent scream lost in the churning as we fell over and over, around and around, clutching each other close as we fell through the nothingness. We had dreamt together a few times before. The Dream Masters had – they said – chosen usContinue reading “It Was a Dream that Held Us Close in Our Falling”

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