Story on the run

Smoked ham sandwich, Irish Breakfast tea and the rest of yesterday’s family chocolate bar was enough to satisfy me to the brink of sleep. Pulled back the sheets, crept into bed taking in a deep breath, soaking my mind with the clean sheets state of mind, falling instantly asleep as my head hit the pillow. The dreamscape I found myself in was hot, dry and a little uncomfortable in the nether regions. The loud snorting and groans of the camel beneath me certainly sounded like complaints to me, but as my tour guide informed me, “The camel was happy”. Despite the distinct fear of running out of water in the middle of a Desert, I smiled with happiness in my heart at the scene in front and all around me, flat sand as far as the eye could see. The only obstruction to this scene was the heat shimmer, distorting sand into sky and sky into sand. It was a sight to behold. A sight, which in it’s essence is space. I thought this must be the very definition of room to move, but at the same time restricting ones movements to the bare minimum. What you see is an infinite space to move, but what you feel is an overwhelming sense of oppression, a censorship of your behavior in order to survive the crippling dry heat. This environment my mind swam in is in stark contrast to the comfortably warm, relaxing bed I lay in. The mind is a strong force, or could I say entity, having the power to transport what feels like your soul and physical body to a place you aren’t even in.

End of part one.

Part 2

A flashing red light that said 05:50 burned my eyes and pulsed to the beat of The Baby Animals song, “I wouldn’t ever want to rush you, I don’t want to lose you, I’ll never fuss you. But I loove I love you…..”. I awoke, slamming the alarm clock, I was covered in sweat and my mouth was as dry as the desert in my dream. What did it all mean? I have never been one for dissecting dreams and deriving a deep meaning out of them. But this dream starts off every night where I left off the night before. For the first time in my life I am giving deep consideration to the meaning of my dreams. Can the vast, hot, dry desert symbolise the disconnection with my deceased father? Why am I on the back of a camel and why does the tour guide resemble old Keith? Old Keith is a long, tall, lanky, wise man I worked with a very long time ago. If you wanted an answer to just about anything, he would know it and if he didn’t then he would have a saying that would encompass wisdom, setting your mind on the path to the answer. Anyway there is no more time for dream analysing, only time for a coffee and off to work. The next stake out was all organised by my boss. All I had to do is turn up and watch all activity in and around the house across the street from the third story apartment rented by the firm I work for. On the way to work the sun kissed the earth and as it rose it seemed the temperature suddenly hit thirty degrees Celsius. I turned into the street of my destination and it was like mother nature had washed the neighbourhood clean for me. The heat shimmer off the tarmac and steam rising up from every surface open to the elements was surreal. It was as if the earth was a huge wet frying pan being heated up on top of the universe stove. The fact it was a very rough part of town only added to the scene, as if I was on the set of a movie. However, my life isn’t a movie although sometimes it feels as though it is. The GPS announced you have arrived at your destination. I looked around and there was a cafe/pub across the road and a dingy little green grocer directly opposite. The stake out apartment was directly above this green grocer.

End of part 2