Wednesday, June 29, 2005


"Wake up! Get out of bed," the voice hammered incessantly at her pseudo-slumber. Didn't the voice know she never closed her eyes? This was her way to the place where dreams waited to wrap themselves around a mind and hurl it through ever kaleidoscoping sceneries. But she walked in flesh, not an imagery of herself. She could go wherever she wished in the realm of everyone's imagination while she lay in bed, eyes wide open, the blanket concealing her. The blanket had been blessed and bequeathed by a great-grandmother who, it was rumored, knew several mystical concepts that had never been written down. The past night had been fulfilling to her. She found a dreamer weaving through clay scenery and decided to pursue him. He ran and ran, ever slower, driven by that night spirit he secretly wanted to confront and embrace for the feral feel of her femininity. But an inexplicable blind terror drove him onward. To her it was a whimsical game of cat and mouse. She abandoned him as he sank screaming into the clay. A blink of an eye later she focused into a new dream where she smiled at a boy trancing on a mountaintop, luring him into the impossible pursuit of her down an 80 degree incline, pondering whether she should allow his outstretched fingers to fasten onto her. All this happened in a state of waking and willful consciousness. "No, I'm not getting up now, even if it is two in the afternoon." She pulled the cover back over her head, pretending to have slept. Somewhere in the world, eyes were closing in repose, inviting her to seek out the soul and toy with it.

Story #246

Note from Indeterminacy: A big thank you to Grace-Monday of This City Kills for kind permission to use her photo.

12 comments:

Cori said...

" his outstretched fingers to fasten onto her. "

Incredible line!

Doug said...

Great story. It reminds of Lovecraft's style in a completely different context.

Of course, any story under that picture would have my attention.

Indeterminacy said...

Cori & Doug: Thanks so much. This is one of my 2 AM stories. I swear I was asleep hen I wrote this. My eyes were closed and I was writing sentences without knowing what was coming out exactly.

But check out Grace-Monday's blog, if you haven't already. She's so refreshingly radical.

Rachel said...

A deep and vivid imagination is always felt through your blog. And a very personal style to write it down. I love this post a lot.

fluff said...

I'd like a grandma' like that, too! to make me a blanket like that, too... enchanting girl waiting on the edge of men's dream, both the picture and the story are stunning, they make each other. :)

M.P. said...

Hi... I'm back! Today's story brought to me the idea of the never-ending dream!That's a really well made-up story with something a bit weird thought : how can someone leave in a state of complete alienation? But somewhere in the world there was an invitation for her to sleep.Would she see then a soothing reality or would she merely play with the soul as a toy avoiding all the implications such a feeling interiorization provokes?
Idon't really know how to answer these questions... **

M.P. said...

I meant "though" instead of "thought" and "live" instead of "leave"... :/

Rodney Olsen said...

How's it going?

I 'took you on' in the Battle of the Blogs just before I went off to bed last night. I know you won (CONGRATULATIONS) but I don't know how badly I got whipped. :)

Do you know what the margin was?

alix said...

oh how i've missed coming here!
it's lovely, as usual.
the photos, of late, have been of excellent quality, too.

Rhoda IV said...

Incredible, the two am comment sounds like me when I'm depressed.

Captain Jeff said...

I be mostly appreciatin' te fact that jes about every day you are able to write somethin' I be interested in readin'... fer te most part... some don't suit me... but te majority do... thanks matey.

Helen said...

Another great story and thanks. Any woman will tell you that WE know she never slept. I mean, her eyeliner isn't smudged!
Peace..........