Sci Fi Story

To those of you who remember, Pete has horrifying dreams! Really they are visions. Here is a musical link to listen to while reading this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01Y8A4VtY3Q

There are a couple of dreams I've written about...

Frequently my dreams took me to the mountains (never sure which ones), and always the dreams took place in a nearly pitch black night time setting. I would be struggling through the mountains in all sorts of weather, hiking off trail, up and down the mountains. I could see a massive beacon of light, which began at the summit of a large distant mountain and pierced the clouds above it. I was compelled to reach the source of the beacon, so every dream found me climbing mountain after mountain only to reach the top and find that the beacon was still somewhere beyond the next range of mountains. I would jump off the mountain I was on and freefall for long periods of the dream before crashing to earth and rolling further down the mountain. I would then dust myself off, descend to the valley floor, ford a stream and begin to ascend the next mountain.

This dream would repeat itself several times a week, and always I would awake in a sweat, breathing hard and tired. It was as though I was physically partaking in the dreams eventhough I'd remained in bed the whole time. This dream continued for several months, when my father lost his battle with lung and heart disease.

or perhaps this one...

Extra hand in a desolate land
useless, frozen, hanging
Wasted days in a barren land
timless, pungent, draining
While others sit I'm forced to stand
March in the rear of a parade band
Plastic lining in an aluminum can.
waning.

I know there are more let me see if I can find them...yep. Here is one from Alaska.

I was in a walk-in cooler, (go figure that) there were all of these animals suspended from hooks from the ceiling. Don't worry they weren't real. They were giant, life size, brightly colored plastic animals. Their heads were large, dissected horizontally across the face so that the lower jaws moved. Their bodies swung from left to right and the image reminded me of a childs crib. Over a loudspeaker a song tinkled loudly like the ice cream truck was coming. The animals all sung along with the bells, and as I walked through them they would slough off to the side then spring back behind me. The cooler seemed to go on forever...and then I woke up.

Well I could go on and on. I had a bad one about Suzie, while I lay in her arms. The thing is that it was so real. I was petrified. This means turned to stone or rock. Scary. Anyways, the following day who should roll back into my life? Renae! She is just like Suzie, well almost. They compliment each other. I picked up several gifts for Suzie on my trip, but only two for Renae. I gave Renae the first gift last night.

It was a large golden heart made of pyrite. To those of you that don't know the symbolism, I'll explain. The Heart is made of Fool's Gold. It is a riddle for Renae to figure out. Am I the fool that gave her my heart? Or is she the fool for taking it? True to Renae's nature, she didn't thank me for this gift, nor did she thank me for the public back massage I gave her to ease her pain from a back surgery. She has scar tissue that feels like a knife's blade. I don't care, I know how Renae is. On our first date, I played a song for her, and she was too busy talking to friends to even listen to it. The song is called "I Think It was The Wine". There is a verse in it that goes...

Well, I've always been careful
About where I've bedded down
Last night I thought I scored me an Angel
How come I woke up with a circus clown?
You could say it was love sweet love
That made me be so blind
Ohhh maybe it was nothing but lust
But I think it was the wine.

Anyways, Renae's Aunt is dying, and the aunt's main concern is for others. I know this to be true, because Renae doesn't lie. Oh and Renae left without saying so much as goodbye. I have to go to church now to pray for wisdom, and I'll say a prayer for Renae's aunt while I'm there. Later Gators, B