The Dream of Red Sands

I went up the dark and white stair cases of my apartment, with keys ready in hand, upon 
arriving at the black door that leads into my house.  The echoing sounds, of my door 
unlocking could be heard throughout the hall, as my black entrance opened slowly, and 
creaked ever so feverishly.  I entered my house at approximately 3:03, and said my 
greetings to my father who was on the couch and my brother who was on the computer.  I 
went into my small room and laid on my bed and looked at the sun that was penetrating my 
window then with eyes halfway closed started to dream*.

*I’m in an unknown field surrounded by Red Sands, but the dream was a little hazy; I looked 
around and saw what looked like to be a white school house, but it was devastated and 
dirtied by the little storm of red sands that seemed to circle around it and me.   Then I heard 
the laughter of a child but there was no one around.  Then I heard the laughter of another 
and another, and then they started to appear one by one, children’s around the age of 5, 7, 
or 9.   They seemed be playing a game, a game of baseball in an apocalyptic world, and 
suddenly they vanished like  little red storm clouds.  The dream, my dream started to 
become clearer and clearer, I started to run and run thinking this would somehow make this 
dream of mine into a reality, my hands were now stretched out towards a sun that to was red. I could actually feel the red sands blowing on my face, 
my hands, my hands were now about to break the barrier between dream and reality.  
Then I heard my name being called.

My dream vanished like the red sand tornadoes, and I awoke, but my hands were stretched out towards the sun that was penetrating my window. 












^this actually happened to me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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May 8, 2010 at 9:14 AM
well done, what a dream , i call it a dream out loud when one finds them self participating in the dream to reality,..p.d
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