Storyweaver

Dreams are the essence of stories. I dream, then I write. I used to tell my dreams to my friends, I always remembered them in perfect detail. I could take a simple story and weave the web so tight and perfect that people would freeze when I told of the cold and burn when I spoke of hell. And so I can still do that to other people. It is so simple to tell them what I'm seeing and hearing and yet they can't do the same for me.

That's where my trouble comes in. I can dream and tell people my dreams and they'll be trapped into my sentences, they have no choice. But me? I read a book -enh. I watch a show - big deal. I hear a story in verse - golly gee. I can never get that feeling of being in someone else's dream, someone else's world. I think this every night as I'm about to go to sleep and then I dream, and even there, I'm not affected. What kind of gift is this anyway!

Ah well. Time to dream some more. Sleep...sleep...sleep... What if a man and a woman wanted to get married but the man got framed for some crime. I wonder what kind of story that would be. First of all the frame would have to be good so that the woman is convinced so that he gets put into a kind of double prison and the best kind of frame up would involve the woman. But the woman can't just be a passive character, she's got to be involved in the frame but not know it. An ultimate con. Now, how about their love? Will that survive the ordeal? Ah, I like happy endings, sure love always wins. So I'm mushy. How about style? I could use a dualism separating the woman and the man. Nah. I want it unified, after all the style should hold to the love ripped apart but really the same theme.

ah jeeze. Go to bed. You're too tired to get up and write. I hate this. It happens too often and I screw up my life writing into the night. Sleep...sleep...sleep... self hypnosis usually works, actually if the man were hypnotized and then gave the woman false info, she could frame him in clear conscience. stop it.

sleep...sleep...sleep

Wake up! What's going on? My room is... spinning, spinning. The wind is howling outside my window, the shutters are rattling against the side of the house. Lightening flashing. Rain harshly pelts up against my window. A crash of lightening, the tree outside my house has been hit. The door slams open.

Oh, god, who are you! I can't see you. Turn off the hallway light. Or are you dressed in black! Are you shadow or substance! No, I see your shadow now slowly gliding up my bed towards my face. You are coming towards me, a black matron's dress. A flash of lightening. Your face lights up. White, pale as death, lips blue as old rotting blood - it blinks out. Don't come near me. Your shadow is covering my face. No, don't reach out for me, the thunder. My window shatters. Rain comes pouring in, my sheets are blown away. I grasp a hold of them. I can't let go. You can't have me. No!

The rain stops. No wind. I'm somewhere... somewhere else. It's all white. I still cling to my sheets. My knuckles are white and hurt from grinding against themselves. But in the whiteness I'm suspended in a cage, black as coal, black as the devil's soul. I cry out, "Help, Help, let me out." Nothing, not even an echo.

There, look she's coming back. I see her shadow coming towards me. She's gigantic... 2,3 times my height. My knuckles turn blue, they can't grip any tighter. My nails are cutting through the sheets into the palm of my hands. My eyes are fixed. I hear my mouth speak, unprovoked by my mind, "What do you want?"

She says nothing. She looks at me across her long narrow nose. No, don't. You're stare hurts me, stop! Must get out, must.

I must have passed out. Where did she go? I stand up in the cage. I go to lean on the bars but I can't feel them. Like a devil's soul -not really there. I'm falling but the cage is still around me. I can't escape. I can't escape.

There, that's her. She's a spider now. The black widow. Evil on a silken thread and I'm falling into it. No. NO. NO.

No. I want to wake up. I want to wake up. I can't. I can't! Oh, God, I'm stuck. Wake me up. Wake me up. Stop.