Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Idea From A Dream.

I dreamt this scene this afternoon. I plan on writing a novel with this scene in the future. For now, I'm storing it here while it's still fresh.
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"Which one of them has the slip?" The sergeant asked gloatingly. "It's that asshole!" yelled one of the privates. A tall black guy stood up stoned face. He heads over to the sergeant and shakes his head. Then, he heads back to his bunk. The others shout in disbelief. Unfortunately for them, the young private was going to stay. I sat down in the grass, until something caught my eye. He had long curly hair just like my best friend. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was really him. He was wearing a white wife beater, part of his tattoo was showing. The afternoon sun glowed around him. He turned and looked at me. It was my best friend after all. His face looked exactly how I remembered it. Brown eyes, a small goat-tee with a thin mustache. Then, I woke up from my trance. It was all just an afternoon daydream. My heart sank after realizing he was still dead. Dreams were the only way I got to see him, so that's why I dreamt so much. "You're the man of 2006. You can do this," Andy said. I didn't even hear him come next to me. "You alright?" he asked. "Yeah, I just...I thought I saw...nevermind," I replied. "Is it about Benny?" he asked, almost like he was reading my mind. I nodded solemnly. "Look man, it's gonna take time. I lost my brother my senior year. I know the pain hurts. But, you gotta get back on your feet. Benny would want you to live out your life. He wouldn't want to see you like this," he said. "I know but...it's so hard, man. I know I need a level head to win this thing, but it's like I'm seeing Benny everywhere. It's driving me insane," I confessed. "Do this for Benny, man. It'll help you feel better. He'd have liked that," said Andy. "Alright, man. I'll do it for Benny," I agreed. He offered his hand to help me up. I grasped it and pulled myself up with his help. Then, we went off to the competition.

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