Late Night Water Colors and Smoke Dreams

Late Night Water Colors and Smoke Dreams

A Story by Marie Harrison
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A story about dreams.

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Late Night Water Colors and Smoke Dreams

Driving on the highway back to Key West late at night and I’m getting sleepy.  Restlessly, I crawl over the seat to the back seat to curl-up and take a brief nap. I'm just about to drift off and my body twitches, jolting me awake. 

 

Then I realize that no one is driving the car!  I’m desperately trying to scramble up to the front seat to steer the car back onto the road before the car crashes into a guard rail.

 

I wake up in a heavy sweat.  My heart is racing like a thoroughbred horse that just ran a long distance. It’s hard to calm myself back down.  I just lay there for minutes wondering why I keep having this same dream night after night.  My eyes are getting heavier and heavier now.  My vision is getting blurry.  Very soon I drift back to sleep.

 

All of a sudden, I’m in a bath tub at my old house taking a bubble bath.  There are translucent shiny bubbles overflowing out of the tub and spilling on to the mint green tiled floor. Lavender scented candles are lit on the bathrooms's vanity.

To my complete surprise, my ex-father-in-law is sitting at the edge of the bathtub with his curly mustache.  He's wearing his designer black tux that he wore to our wedding.  With his head cocked back, he’s making big white smoke rings from the smoke of his fresh cut Cuban cigar, In his other had he holds a highball of bourbon that he's drinking.

 

He offers me a drag of his Cuban cigar while I’m relaxing in the tub with out saying a word.  Silently, I take a long drag from the cigar and hand it back to him. as I take a big swig of his aged bourbon too. I choke from the swig of the stiff drink.  But I really need a drink after this week’s divorce court.

 

He leans back against the mosaic tiled wall, gazing at me. As he takes the cigar back from me. he tells me he’s going to miss me when I'm gone and out of his life.  He also told me that he'd always love me very much.

He wished things could have been different with my marriage to his son.  I cry when he tells me this while I’m in the bathtub.  I tell him that I loved him like a father too. That I'd always have a special place in my heart for him and his family. 

 

Then I rose up out of the tub with bubbles all over me.  I grabbed a plush pink towel and wrap it around my bubble body.  I open the white door that leads to the outside of the house.  When I open the door, I step inside a bright yellow waterslide.

 

Suddenly my ex is standing to the side waiting for me.  He's wearing an orange bathing suit trunks with a sailboat on the front.  He asks me to sit down in the slide, so we can slide down together. 

 

I sit down in the slide and exhale.  As he sits down in the slide, he wraps his legs and arms around me.  He kisses my back before we launch down the waterslide.

 

We slide down this curvy yellow waterslide together, laughing and joyously screaming.   Together we splash and plunge deep into this gigantic pool of refreshing bright aqua blue water that’s outside of our home. 

 

Afterwards we swim to the shallow end of the pool, where we embrace each other.  We lovingly kiss the deepest and warmest kisses, just as if it was our first day of love. We continue to kiss in the water until I wake up.

 

Shaking this whimsical dream off, I start sobbing when I realize that I was just having a dream.  He’s not really with me anymore.  But it felt so real.  It was just like old times.  I really thought that I was smoking a cigar. I could taste the sweetness of each puff.

 

I realized that my life could never be the same as it once was when I was married and living with my ex-husband.  We’ll never be best friends or lovers again.  We’ll never laugh or do anything together anymore.  

 

This makes my honey liquid heart ache with sadness.  A sadness that is so deep, that I’ll never reach the bottom of this vast cavern of discomfort.  Slowly I sigh and fall back to sleep.  At least I'll see him in my dreams.

 

© 2010 Marie Harrison


Author's Note

Marie Harrison
Dreams tell a lot about our subconcious and how we are doing. They help us cope with life sometimes.

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Dreams really are interesting, how they reflect our thoughts on some things, can sort out things we've been thinking about, or help us make decisions.

For the writing style, I would try making it seem more casual- it seemed a bit stilted to me. Perhaps change the structure to something more normal to help with that effect? Also, the phrasing could be different- use more contractions, try to slip in descriptions a bit differently, more subtly. Overall, nice write.... interesting. :)

-Coral-

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This story starts off a little confusing as when you mentioned sleeping, i didn't realise you were already dreaming. But after I realised you were into the second dream it made more sense - however, it didn't seem to be going anywhere because the reveal was slow.

I think the main thing is the language could be more personal towards to start. At the end it seems very thought based and used the character's narrative, but at the start it seemed like a more formal explanation of events. Not sure if this is just me though.

I do like the language and style you've used. The short paragraphs break everything down so it's all clear and there is no choppy breaks in the reading. The vivid nature of the dreams comes across well and the dream does represent the person's life. So I did enjoy the piece.

Dreams are always a dodgey ground though because people seem to think they mean far more than they do, which is worthless trying to portray - when fact is you can only dream what you know, and what you know is generally obvious - dreams don't make things in depth. If something is happening in your life, your brain plays on that scenario using imagination - doesn't necesscarily mean anything. Your story does this - it plays on the fact that the character wishes they were still in love with their ex and that they'll miss the father in law.

And for this, I think it is a good write. Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Dreams do tell us a lot… Thanks for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Dreams are always very strange, I can't really find messages or meaning in mine.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I’ve had many a dream involving cars I just couldn’t remember the details to writer them down. Great job, well done.



Posted 9 Years Ago


Marie this is a fantastic read. Well done, keeps you reading and reading.


Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a really good story. I am glad I read it
Keep writing =)

Posted 9 Years Ago


The dream of sitting in a car you're unable to control is very familiar alot of people, and the dream that followed really shows the girl treasured the people in her past life. And you're right, dreams do tells us about our subconcious. I also believe they tell you true stories about the past, present, and future, which might have meant her father-in-law delivered a true message in the dream. He probably does miss her. Interesting piece. Thanks for sharing.

-Wella.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Bittersweet dreams and memories.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dreams can be tricky things. This is a way to work through dreams, be able to write about them and being able to share them with others. Nicely done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


very trippy, and of course said. dreams are our healer, but sometimes they bring pain unkowing.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 26, 2010
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Tags: Dreams, Healing, Saying Goodbye, Colors, Love, Family, Broken Dreams

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Atlanta, GA



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