Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Theme Thursday: Wind

Slowly coming to the surface, flirting with REM sleep, the dream begins...

Black becomes shades of gray in the moonlight. Pausing for a moment at the crest of the hill, the staccato drum beats of my heart chasing away the night sounds. The forest around me has become my prison, the hunter chasing me around it's cell. The wind, like a hot breath upon my neck, whispers that he is still behind me. How long have I been running?

Bursting into action, slaloming between the trees. No effort at keeping silent, there is no one to hear, besides him. Leaves rustle, sticks snap betraying me. Footing giving way beneath me, I taste earth as I roll. Weight, pressing my back, shadow falls over me. Even the moon has turned it's gaze from my plight.

Rough hands twisting me to face my attacker. I am prey caught in a trap, pinned like a moth in a collection. Hands raised, a breeze catches in the hood of his cloak, giving a glimpse of my pursuer. Eyes meet and now I know I have reached the end, as I smile back at myself...

Awake...bolt upright in the bed, a patina of sweat creates a shadow where I once lay...and the wind whispers against my neck...

A dream I had my senior year in high school. Chilling as I lay helpless before myself, afraid. My Dagobah moment, Luke Skywalker in the cave seeing his face beneath Vaders mask. A glimpse of what I could become if I continued down that path.

Those years can be such a journey, so many (well meaning, sometimes) whispers in the wind, blowing you here and there. "Seeing the wind" and slipping below the waves, I can relate with Peter. In our moment of greatest fear, hunted, trying to save ourselves from ourselves,we find the opportunity of our greatest rescue.

The winds whisper...to which will you listen.

33 comments:

Poetikat said...

This had the pace of a classic James Bond flick. You had me right along there with you - until of course, you saw yourself. Then it became more of a lesson - a good one. Well written and elucidating.

Kat

Anonymous said...

I'll only do this once because there is actually a part of me that feels bad doing it... but I'm hijacking your comments.

Speaking of pursuant dreams involving oneself. I want your readers to know the Real Brian.

1. The Real Brian made his younger brother stand out in the middle of his Grandparent's yard while he tossed lawn jarts into the air, hoping to hit the "Target".
2. The Real Brian would not settle for being busted stealing a blinking light from atop a barrel, no, the entire barrel had to be fleeced.
3. The Real Brian had a collection of college acceptance letters... that were not addressed to him.
4. The Real Brian successfully held a beverage out an open window, midair, over a railroad track "jump" without spilling a drop. Yes, he was in a car. A car that was not touching anything at the time. Think about it... Duke Boys.
5. The Real Brian intentionally broke his flashlight, 200 feet into a pitch black cave, just to see what the dark felt like.

And the Real Brian is who you all read every day. I hope you appreciate it. I have for 33 years. Through all the pain and gain, you couldn't ask for a better individual to stand beside you. Not because he's perfect... but because he knows he's not, and that's OK with Him. I'd imagine anyone pursuing him wouldn't have a clue what to do with what they grappled with when they caught him. Even himself.

He's not my Brother. He's my Cousin. And he's pretty much always been my Hero. He's pretty Real. Whether you tack on "Brian" or not.

Sorry, Dude. Felt like saying it. Nice post.

-You know who I am.

willow said...

Wonderful piece. I especially like the phrase "patina of sweat".

The Clever Pup said...

Hey Brian, you have a real talent for this kind of description. Similar to the Water entry. What DID happen in that forest Brian? We could ask your cousin.

subtorp77 said...

Well, I for one liked it...and it's good to know that at least one cousin can look up to you, Brian.

California Girl said...

That's some dream to have stayed with you all these years.

I think I love your cousin. What a sweetheart!

Ronda Laveen said...

To which will I listen? Your cousin, Duke boy. Apparently, you can fly on the wind without spilling nary a drop. Skill set extraordinaire.

LENORENEVERMORE said...

enjoy reading this...love your choice of words-patina is one!

mouse (aka kimy) said...

beautifully descriptive! had my heart pounding...

Candie Bracci said...

Great post Brian!Really like the way you described it.Well written.
Have a nice day :)

The Silver Fox said...

Interesting implication that this was a time in your life when you barely avoiding becoming your own worst enemy (and you have this dream to thank for it)... or am I reading too much into this? I doubt it, as you generally give us much more than we expect... so I'm assuming that this is the case.

Am I being perceptive today, or just goofy prior to my first cup of coffee? ;-)

Marianna said...

That was one vivid description of a dream! Great words...haunting images :)

Happy TT brian
xoxo

Dakota Bear said...

Great stuff Brian. This was very descriptive, taking the reader on the journey with you.

Liza said...

Brian this is beautiful and I love how you add the reference to Star Wars making this feel so contemporary. I hope you don't mind but I read what your cousin wrote. That is such a great testimonial! You have to feel so proud that someone loves and admires you so much! Awesome piece and as always thanks for your lovely comments on my fluff pieces from You Tube! I guess there's always a joker in the punch. That would be me...Lizabee = )

Liza said...

Also, thanks for the words of encouragement on my newest endeavor.

Holly said...

Nice post Brian!

Sandra Leigh said...

Isn't it strange? We dream all the time, and for the most part our dreams vanish, back into whatever part of our unconscious mind they came from - but then there's that one dream that stays with us all our lives. Thank you for sharing yours, Brian.

Debo Hobo said...

Thanks for sharing your thought. Looks like your cousin has busted you. LOL:)

Leah said...

Thank you Brian. You've made me feel in good company with my own "transparent" post today! I absolutely love this one. And your cousin's words, what an accompaniment!

Wings said...

Great, great post Brian! Loved it!

And I loved reading the commnt from your cousin. How nice to have someone feel so deeply for you, and how nice to have them tell you instead of holding back. Very cool.

Glad I stopped by here today. :)

Brian Miller said...

Thanks Mike for outing me as the hellion i once was, now i call it adventurous. lol. the thing is you were there for each so i can only take half the credit. your honor I plee the 5th.

Dot-Com said...

This was really clever, Brian! Somehow the wind does make us listen, doesn't it? Or does it just make us think? Wonder what it is...

Tom said...

Really good, descriptive...it's hard to remember a dream so vividly.

Baino said...

Wow you have a way with words. My dreams are never so philosphical although I identify with the slalom thing and your cousin is a gem! What lovely things to say despite your wanton youth!

Anna said...

Okay, so the dream sequence was intense, but the cousin's added information, wow. He/she have a lot of dirt on you!

Nice wind reference.

Kris said...

Now I need to know more about event number four in comment number two!

I do hope that you at least had a 'novelty car horn' beeping away at the time.

Brian Miller said...

@kris - that one may need to be a future post. i think the statute of limitations is passed at this point. needless to say we looked down into a van coming up the other side of the railroad crossing...and the car never ran the same again.

@anna - he. he's a pretty good guy, keeps me young.

@baino - don't remember many these days, but that one stuck. had wanton's for dinner the other night.

@dot com - think it depends on where the wind is coming from...

Brian Miller said...

@poetikat - i actually had to look that word up in the dictionary...thanks.

@several of you - the dream was a real dream...not fiction of allusion to a real event, other than it's ramifications on my life...

@leah - great job on your post, loved it!

and my cousin probably has a pretty big head right now from all the compliments. i could tell you a few about him, but i'll save those for another day. don't know if it is flattery or theft, but he is in a band and writes songs based on my posts sometimes.

C.M. Jackson said...

my heart skipped a few beats as you were running along...nice work, great pace and imagery...I hope to read one of your novels some day--best c

Megan said...

Holy cow that beats my dream post all to flinders. You write so well. I love the word slalom, by the way. I don't really know why...

reyjr said...

sweet cousin yeh? :D

dopey1 said...

I think you are both pretty cool guys!! Great post Brian, love it!!!

tony said...

"whispers in the wind, blowing you here and there"" I love that. We can be seen as Boats at the mercy of our sails........?