Wednesday, November 12, 2008


What felt like all of a sudden, he found himself racing down a country lane in a smaller car than his usual. Although high hedges blocked his view across the fields on either side, he sensed he was driving home. A couple of spitfires buzzed overhead, and for a split second he felt a wave of terror, but thankfully remembered quite quickly, that that was all over now.

(Sometime later, the planes landed in a nearby school field to the ecstatic cheers of twenty-nine 9 year olds, four clapping and nodding teachers, and the faraway look of one little boy who hadn’t a clue what was going on).

Whizzing around a corner he saw the driveway and swung a left. The farmhouse sprang in to view. As he climbed out of the car his right hand caught a bramble that was taking over the hedge, and a small bead of blood formed on his little finger and dropped silently onto the car. He noticed then that the car was sort of torpedo shaped, and made of tightly woven wicker. As he watched his blood slip between the weaves, he frowned, trying to convince himself that the car must have always looked this way.

In the kitchen, the rest of the family were sat at the table. Father was talking rather quietly and anxiously about the future of the farm. There were heavy thuds from upstairs. Aside from Father, who continued to ramble on, they all looked up to the ceiling, following with their eyes the thuds from one side of the room to the other, down the wall to the stair door. The sound of the latch, and then grandma appeared, for the first time in three weeks, in her nightdress. She shuffled over to the head of the table and sat in the vacant chair there. Father stopped speaking.

"Ninety years I have sat at this table," she said, slowly lowering her head to place the left side of her face on the dark wood.

"The things I have seen and heard. All the secrets this table holds, all the things you will never know."

She stretched out her right hand across the table and stroked it gently back and forth, gazing off into the distance, looking through the wall to the stirring ocean outside.

The sound of waves.

Closing her eyes she continued,

"And now, as the tide turns, so do I."

(I dreamt this)


Blogger fifi said...

wow, what a fabulous dream!
i wish i dreamt such a lovely bit of prose.

10:35 PM  
Blogger chrome3d said...

When the farmhouse is right next to the big sea it doesn´t make much sense. In real life that is, but in a dream a farmhouse by the sea is fine. Both are great for gazing the distance.

3:53 AM  
Blogger Squirrel said...

It was a sea vegetable farm. (?)

Wicker car?
a long time ago at Coney Island, they had wicker seats for the roller coaster (the old coaster that they used in the Woody Allen film --not the cyclone) we crawled under it when we were kids, and there was a storage area down there -- with wicker roller coaster seats!

11:05 AM  
Blogger lettuce said...

other lives, pod...
i wonder what kind of reality this came from?

7:34 PM  
Blogger ArtSparker said...

Dude! Stay OUT of wicker cars. Great piece of writing, a lot of cinema and story traced in this. You might want to look at Ruthven Todd's The Lost Traveller, a book based on a series of dreams. It was published in Britain in 1943, but I believe it may still be avaialble - it's referenced on the net at leat, I just checked.

8:40 AM  
Blogger Chick said...

You certainly have vivid dreams.

Wicker cars, blood & oceans...someone with more knowledge than me could analyze the hell out of this for you.

3:43 PM  
Blogger get zapped said...

Such vivid detail. Dreams tell us much, if we can decipher them. Thanks for sharing!

3:10 AM  
Blogger raindog said...

pod the dreamer. you sure do have some whoppers. perfectly lovely story.

1:08 PM  
Blogger DeLi said...

a dreamy photo and it looks so real to i can hear the sounds of the wave...

9:42 PM  
Blogger Star Girl said...

wow, thats a detailed dream...

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