Dream Diary - Special Entry, "The Shared Drawer"

Dream Diary - Special Entry, "The Shared Drawer"

A Chapter by dw817

I lifted up the flap to reach the drawer but the drawer was gone ! Instead I was looking at the back of a piece of wood flushed in the wall, receded a little ways.


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© April 2014 Written by David Wicker
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This will be my new main Tuesday writing and I will add a new listing of 10 of my
dreams every week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so.

Occasionally there will be individual dreams that cover the week, like this one.


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I had this dream that I was at Dad's house, but the house was a little different than normal. For one, the back bedroom was all locked up and there was no way to get to it. The closest I could find was a secret passage in the refrigerator.

But Dad was there and the freezer part opened and out stepped this immensely tall security guard going by the name of, "Vanbee."

He said that he was going to punch me so hard it would knock me out. I asked why. He said by doing so, he could put me to bed and I wouldn't believe that I met him thinking it was instead a dream.

He took a punch at me and I ducked and then Vanbee fell over to show two guys, one standing on the others shoulders. I realized then the name of the first was Van while the other was Bee.

Then the scene changed. I was in Dad's bedroom. Dad said he was going to be gone for the weekend. There's plenty of food in the refrigerator, make myself at home. Well - I did.

That is until I heard a sound in Dad's bedroom. I finally isolated and found it was coming from one of the drawers.

It was an unusual drawer. It had a flap on the front of it that you had to raise in order to pull out the drawer.

I thought maybe it was a mouse or something making the noise. I opened up the drawer to look. Inside were two of Dad's science magazines but nothing more.

I closed the drawer, went to bed. Woke early to hear sounds in there again. Went to check and found =3= magazines !

How did the third one get in there ?

As part of a test I took all 3 magazines out and set them on the chair nearby. I didn't have to wait long, I heard a sound again but this time I could make it out. It was someone older than me, muffled, speaking angrily, "Where are my magazines ?"

I lifted up the flap to reach the drawer but the drawer was gone ! Instead I was looking at the back of a piece of wood flushed in the wall, receded a little ways.

I watched curiously as the wood suddenly approached me and then I had the drawer to myself again.

I puzzled on this for a moment. Then I hit on it. This drawer is being shared by someone else in a different location !

I proved this by picking up the 3-magazines, locking the front door,
leaving Dad's house, going around the side and saw this absolutely beautiful house that had glass windows all the way to the sides.

Two kids came to the front door. The glass doors slid open and let them in. I hurried in with them.

Inside it was like a beautiful library, with books and magazines in all directions. Based on my bearings I started to work my way towards where Dad's drawer would be, but I had to climb these metal rings and duck this mechanism that was replacing books back on the shelf.

And there he was. A large fellow in an overstuffed orange and brown chair wearing a fez. He was fingering around the slot in the drawer trying to find his missing magazines.

I saw him turn and handed him the magazines. Then I explained that whoever built his house did so in such a way that his drawer was connected to Dad's.

He smiled at me and said that's an odd arrangement, but perhaps it's for the best so we can share items of interest ?

He then reached around and had some magazines on videogames. He said, go return to your house and I'll send these to you.

I got back to Dad's, went in the bedroom, opened the drawer, and sure enough there were the 2-magazines he promised me.

I started to read one of them about the history of Strider, and about that point I woke up.

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It seems like you have a lot of dreams about your father.

Meanwhile, I've said several times within the past few months, that I don't frequent Writers Cafe as much as I did in the beginning. This site is good for workshopping and posting Creative Writing. Otherwise, me being on here is pointless. There's no actual social community; This place is a ghost town. Writers Cafe consists of always begging for writers to read each others work rather than writers simply visiting our pages and posting comments.

I can't help reiterating, that people have a much easier chance of reaching me on my website than anything. I blog regularly on It's Not All Gumdrops & Unicorns. I occasionally post on here, Blogster, and Horror-Punks.com. I don't want to sound insensitive but I don't always have the time, energy, and patience to be spammed to death with Read Requests, when I've been gone for WEEKS. This especially applies to writers, who barely comment on my work but always want theirs critiqued.

Aside from all that, I hope you're doing well! :)

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No problem, I'm always looking for blogging sites that permit raw HTML entries. take care ...

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I just posted a blog on my website about writing short stories.

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