but I was not. My sleep was interrupted by something bright like a silver star exploding. It frightened me so much that I screamed aloud. My heart beat as fast as Tito Puente’ pounded his bongo drums. The bedroom was almost dark, lit only by the moonlight that peeked thru the drapes. It felt like I was glued to the bed. I couldn’t even sit up–but I was up–wide awake.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Awakening: DID YA EVER SEE A DREAM WALKIN'?
I would like to say ‘yes’ because at first I thought I was dreaming—
but I was not. My sleep was interrupted by something bright like a silver star exploding. It frightened me so much that I screamed aloud. My heart beat as fast as Tito Puente’ pounded his bongo drums. The bedroom was almost dark, lit only by the moonlight that peeked thru the drapes. It felt like I was glued to the bed. I couldn’t even sit up–but I was up–wide awake.
but I was not. My sleep was interrupted by something bright like a silver star exploding. It frightened me so much that I screamed aloud. My heart beat as fast as Tito Puente’ pounded his bongo drums. The bedroom was almost dark, lit only by the moonlight that peeked thru the drapes. It felt like I was glued to the bed. I couldn’t even sit up–but I was up–wide awake.
Strange, soft sounds filled my ears. There were moans and tinkling laughter, little clicking noises. A slight draft touched my cheek. I slapped at it and something slapped me back. When I finally felt loose and could put my feet on the floor, they stayed there. Neither the floor nor my feet felt cold. They were sticky and I was stuck. From that position I could reach the lamp on my night table. The black button went in smoothly but the light did not come on. A freeze took over my leg clear down to the toes on my left foot. The right belonged to someone else. I tried to call out, get help, but my lungs were locked. My mouth moved but only my tongue wagged silently
Laughing sounds grew stronger. I got the urge to join in. Words, not mine, hummed ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy.’ A few feathers fluttered down from the ceiling. Were they Yankee Doodle’s feathers, I wondered.
A smell, an unpleasant horsey odor, penetrated my nose. A soft sigh, like that of a new born pony was gentle. An effervescent shape became female. Did I imagine the figure was young? It pulsated coming close to me, then moving away. I did nothing. There was nothing I could do.
The figure had a head. Was there a wind? I didn’t feel it, but long brown hair began to blow around the head. Tightly closed eyes opened slowly. They were a clear, penetrating lilac. My father had told me my mother had lilac eyes. Mine were like my father’s, brown. The lady moved closer and closer to me. A slight warmth enveloped me. All the cold, the chill, the freeze evaporated in a second. I stood up, walked to the apparition with my arms opened wide. The lady was carrying something. It was steaming hot but didn’t burn her.
In my hands she placed the burning bowl. A breeze took off its cover and I saw Macaroni, Yankee Doodle’s Macaroni. My lungs exhaled as I called, ‘Mama, Mama. Don’t leave me!’ But the whole scene went up in smoke, except Daddy had macaroni and cheese ready for dinner the next night.
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