What, is Blogophilia? One of the more interesting writing challenges between Earth and mars.
Should we stay in 2020 or go to 2021? I do believe we know the answer to that question… Come join us in Blogophilia, the place for blogging, fun and friendship!Ecrits Blogophilia Week 44.13 Topic: Stay or GoHard Bonus (2 points): Use a Lyric from a Song with the name of an Animal in the Title (also please note the title of the song the lyric is from somewhere in the blog)Easy Bonus (1 Point): Incorporate a Strange Foodhttps://marvgrn08.wordpress.com/…/blogophilia-44-13…/
The Meaning of Dreams Part Three
Stay… or go?
Standing in the dark, dead silent wood, I wondered was this a smart move on my part? Should I stay, or go? My mind seems to be playing some very odd tricks on me. Apparently I had angered a disembodied voice that was now giving me the silent treatment. This was not how I had envisioned my evening. A quiet time at home, over indulging in junk food while watching some documentary that I had probably already watched several times. I mean, who really cares that the crocodile rock, to free bird? Who pays attention to running bear while the Lion sleeps tonight?
Realizing the mental game I was playing of song titles I stifled the giggle at the thought of standing in the quiet dealing with a horse with no name.
“So you find this humorous?”
Oh crap, how do I get out of this when I don’t have a clue what is going on? “No. No I don’t.” I spoke into the dark. “I just have this fear over spiders and snakes and standing in the dark not being able to see what may be around me.”
“You are safe here.”
“But where is here? This is not what is supposed to be here, if here is where I think I am. But then, maybe it is supposed to be here, but I’m not thinking correctly. That nap seems to have left me feeling and acting strangely. Am I, or am I not who I was before I drifted off to sleep? Am I awake or still dreaming? I’m very confused.”
“You are safe.” the voice repeated, then added, “Watch and see.”
As I watched, the lightening bugs that had been dancing above the water began to gather together. Hundreds of glittering, blinking lights, congregating in the center of the pond that was there, but shouldn’t be there. The cloud cover that had obscured the moon peeled back, allowing the light of the full moon to join with the firefly lights.
The glow reflecting off the water, lit up the surrounding area. Along the banks of the water cattails grew high, grass bent over to touch the water’s edge forming a gentle framework. From out of the grass came large bullfrog, diving like the champion swimmers they are into the water, creating the slightest of sounds. Before the ripples on the water could still the head of a very large turtle broke the surface and looked my way. Staring at me for long moments it then slowly sank back down into the dark water.
Curiosity drew me as I began to walk along the bank of the pond that shouldn’t be but was. At least seemed to be. As I walked, a mist rose from the water, catching the light and creating a diamond sparkle across the surface. The dew on the plants catch the light, creating a prism, casting multi-colors across the path.
How strange I though. I wonder if Alice felt this way dropping into Underland as she did. All I need is that drink, Pishsalver, or the cake Upelkuchen that she had to make myself change sizes.
Noticing a swing to my left I walked over to sit down. As I moved to sit, turning and reaching for the chain of the swing, it disappeared and I abruptly and clumsily sat down hard on the ground. For the briefest of moments it seemed as if the world froze. Even the light dancing on the water stilled.
Then came the giggles.
Sitting where I was, I imagined how that move had to have appeared and couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I wasn’t sure who it was that was out there in the dark that had witnessed my less than graceful moment, but at least it wasn’t seen by those so called friends who would have ridiculed my clumsiness.
“Perhaps, I should better explain.” Came the disembodied voice from the darkness.
“That would be nice.” Then I feared I had made another faux pas move, with a tone that may have come out more sarcastic than intended. But the voice actually chuckled.
“You have been brought back to a time past, so to learn how to take care and protect the Wood. You will learn the ways to be an intermediary between the inhabitants of the Wood and the humans.”
“Um, right. This is getting a bit strange.”
“Then who needs cake?” returned the voice as I immediately began to feel myself shrinking. Wishing I could go back and answer that stay or go question differently.