Her muffled, fearful yelp woke him.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as his hand fell softly across the ivory of her shoulder. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“Yes, it was awful. I was living in a house with snakes.”
“Really? That sounds incredibly creepy.”
Margo rolled over onto her right side, toward her love, the angst of a slithery dream still fresh on her face. “It was so weird, as if living with snakes was normal. They were everywhere – in the kitchen sink, on the coffee table, in the bathtub…”
“In your bed?”
At once, she rolled to her right, forcefully throwing the covers onto him, planting both feet on the bedroom floor. She stared at the empty side of the mattress, wondering if the snakes were a reality or if she was still dreaming. Would a crawling reptile appear from between the cotton sheets?
Her love, Thomas, reacted to the nonsense with a chortle and a snort.
“It’s not funny. Not funny at all.” Margo continued to stand at the edge of the bed and attempted to rub away the goosebumps that were breeding like rabbits on her arms. “They seemed real, the snakes in the house, and all in shades of green. Some of the snakes were infused with blue or yellow, some a plain green.”
“You dream in color?”
“No, not always, but this was very vivid.”
Margo slowly began her journey back into bed, next to Thomas, and started to relax from the dream and her momentary fear. “Dreams can be so emotional. I’ve had other nightmares in my life that scared me to death – the falling dream or the I-can’t-scream dream.”
“I’ve had the falling dream too, but not since the time many years ago when I lost my job, the car broke down and I had to say goodbye to my beloved beagle, Sam. That was the week from hell. Anyhow, I had a dream that my broken-down car went over the cliff. A very tall cliff. I woke up before I hit the ground, thank God.”
“You know, Thomas, it’s a myth about hitting the ground, that you will die. In fact you will not die and will wake up to face the insecurities and anxieties that caused the dream. I was going through a rough patch, same as you, when I had the falling dream. You should thank God that you found a new job, a reliable car and met the love of your life at the pound.”
“Yeah, I am grateful for all of those things, especially my lovely Margo.”
“You’re so sweet!” Now totally relaxed, Margo asked, “What do you think is the meaning of green snakes? Does the color green symbolize anything?”
“I don’t know. Let me look it up on Google.” After a few minutes of perusing the results, Thomas read, “Dreaming in green means you have a desire for recognition and control over the events in your life and you need to be financially secure.”
“Hmm…interesting. Give me $100.00.
“I need to work on the financially secure part.”
“Margo, I love you, but no. Go back to sleep. Dream about puppies or kittens or how you’re going to make pancakes for your love in the morning.”
“Ha! Smarty pants, I suppose you want chocolate chip pancakes.”
“Nothing but the best.”
“Sweet dreams darling.”
And, as she fell asleep…
With a contrived glint in his eye, Thomas slowly began to morph into a scaly being of tubular green that slithered in between the cotton sheets and wrapped itself around the soft, pale skin of the woman he loved in and out of her dreams.
Dear Readers, I’m currently engaged in an online creative writing course through a local library. This post has been my incursion into assignment #3: “Get a copy of your city’s newspaper. Select one article. Look at the personal ads, obituaries or Dear Abby for inspiration. Write a story or article of about 500 words in length. You can write more, but not less. Allow the work to cool down for a day, then edit out at least 100 words from the original.”
There was a little more to this assignment than what’s here, but I won’t bore you with details other than I chose a comic strip from the newspaper and a very old dream to come up with this piece of fiction.
Hope you enjoyed and I will be sharing other assignments over the next three weeks as deemed appropriate and printable.