Dreams of Memory

(This is a dream I had)

I'm never really sure how these dreams begin. I remember being at a T-intersection in my Town. I was riding a strange bicycle, it was a tandem bike bright yellow in color with chrome metal handle bars ending in white handles. Attached to the rear of the bike was a pair of "Radio Flyer" style wagons, like a column of ducks following the bicycle.

I was peddling hard but accomplishing little. Behind me in the second seat was my then wife, not pedaling but apparently bitching me out for this and that.  In the wagons that followed was my toddler son sucking on a lollipop. In the last wagon was my younger sister with my Grandmother "Cha-Cha" in her blue sport coat sitting with an air of supremecy. In her hands appeared to be a swagger stick of polished black with a chrome head but the stick itself seemed long enough to be a cane rather than a decorative stick.

There I was the only person powering this strange vehicle while being scolded by my wife. Finally what she had said something of a nature to offend me enough for me to stop our little train and dismount. I began to argue back and there we were fighting heatedly like couples do. Cha-cha and my kid sister remained in their seats, staring straight ahead.

My son did not follow their lead. He got off the wagon unnoticed by my wife or me and began exploring the immediate area by the wagon. I took notice of my son walking into the street when I looked over my wifes shoulder. The street was empty as he climbed down the curb to the on-coming lane. I looked at the traffic light to see it was getting ready to change to green.

I yelled for my son to stop as I pushed past my wife to get to him. As this happened time slowed to a bare trickle, ticking by frame after frame. As I passed my wife she looked angered and bewildered and she even appeared to be trying to hit me. Ignoring her I sped as fast as time would let me to rescue my only son.

Time was kinder to my son, as he had already tottered into the center of the near lane with cars entering the street a hundred yards away. The cars gleaming in the beautiful sunlight as a ominous reminder that a race was on, winking at me, taunting me to run as fast as slow can.

I could hear my wifes anger turning to terror as she realized what was happening. Rooted in place she began screaming for me to save our son. I passed Cha-cha and she just stared at me with discontent, sitting with both hands on the end of the cane in front of her, unmoving.

The cars were 10 meters away as I began turning to enter the street. Double trafic fender to fender, there would be no escaping this. I decided that if my son was going to die then were were going to die together. I screamed his name and he stopped turned and when he realized who I was he looked up to smile at me. The cars bore down on us as I reached down scooped him up in my arms and lengthend my stride taking both of us to the white stripes separating the flow of traffic, if we were going to die, it would be together.

The flow of sweet relief filled me when he hit my arms. As I stopped feet together time returned to normal. I stood between the charging cars waiting for our impending demise with my child in my arms and I realized that my son was hugging me. The cars sped by us in a seeming unending stream as I returned the hug with a parents relief...

-B

(When my wife left me she told me that she wasn't faulting me for it but she said I had strange dreams. I think that was her faulting me. I have had strange dream for long as I can remember, sometimes its better than here and sometimes its worse. Every now and again I have my dream interpeted. I never had this one interpeted. My Auntie Mary was pretty dang good at it.

I mainly wrote this one out because there is lots of crazy stuff going on with my son and most of the stuff I do or go through is for my beloved son.)