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Dreams ... we all have them. Sleep experts claim that during an eight hour R.E.M cycle the brain conjures twelve dreams a night on average. However, these dreams are not usually the full length movies but the trailers, and most if not all are forgotten upon awaking. They do stay buried deep in the subconscious and occasionally the smallest word, the simplest visual, can bring back a snatch of them. Now read the description.
Write on any 1, 2 or 3 random dreams you have had. They do not have to be recent, but recent is a fresher memory. Poetry or prose. No limit. This is my first challenge in well over a year. I will decide the winner, who will receive a certificate for their work. I will start this off and please... make sure you tag me in the comment box -- @Danceinsilence ... I thank ye kindly. 8=)
Cover image for post Charlie and the Time Portal, by TheMarginatrix

Charlie and the Time Portal

He visited me in my dream last night. I’ll admit I was missing him, went to bed thinking about him.

We had a time portal in our kitchen. It was hidden behind a tile in the drop ceiling. We don’t even have a drop ceiling.

I had the brilliant idea that if we sent him to the future, there might be a cure for what ailed him. I tried to explain it to him.

I said, “Charlie, I’m not sure exactly how this time portal works, whether it goes back in time or into the future...but I was thinking. Maybe we could send you into the future, where they can heal you...and then you can come back to us.”

He liked the idea but he wanted to take a closer look. I showed him where to jump onto the counter and he jumped up, all 90 pounds of him, like a pup. He wanted to know exactly where the portal was, so I pushed the tile out fo the way so he could take a peak.

He stuck his head into the portal and before I could stop him, he’d climbed up inside.

“Wait,” I cried, trying to call him back. I looked inside and he was gone.

I was overcome by panic. We hadn’t figured out a plan. I hadn’t even told my family what I was thinking.

Now, he was gone and they’d never forgive me. We hadn’t even said “good-bye.” Or “good luck.”

I stood there trying to figure out what to do, but nothing came to mind. I wanted to cry.

Then I remembered, Charlie knew the plan.

Surely, he would find the necessary help and the cancer would be removed, once and for all. He would live a long and happy life. I just hoped he would be able to find the portal to return to us.

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My sweet Charlie died 4 months ago and I still have dreams of him. This one gave me a small measure of solace that maybe he is in a better place. And maybe he’s trying to get back to us.

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