Where Dreams Meet the Business of Writing

Tuesday TalesWelcome to TUESDAY TALES. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘field’.

I’m continuing with my WIP, Fat and Sassy, the tale of Bea Jones raising her family during the 1940’s.

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Are Dreams Life?

weedy fieldBea’s leg twitched in agitation, flexing as if in motion. She looked out across the horizon. A hazy figure of a man next to a large tree stood out in relief against the bright sunshine behind him. A tremor of unease passed through her. A breeze blew through the oak tree, shifting the dappled sunlight. His hazy silhouette cleared, showing his face clearly. Ah, it’s Casey, she thought in relief. He beckoned to her and she stepped out on the well-trodden path crossing the neglected, overgrown field.

The path was clear for several feet, then abruptly ended in a mass of tangled briars. Bea looked up to navigate her way around the briar patch. Tipping her head up higher she noticed that Casey was gone. A gray haze had drifted into the far side of the field. Squinting, she thought she saw a darker mass hidden in the mist. It moved closer, towards Bea, revealing that the figure was still Casey. Except, he had a hat on now. When did he put a hat on? He must have been holding it in his hands.

Bea moved around the briars, lifting her skirt in her hands and stepping high in the tall grass. Ouch! A thorny vine caught her ankle. She kept moving, trying to ignore the sting on her ankle.  A step at a time she kept on, moving across the field. A large patch ahead was clear of weeds and she moved towards it. Glancing up, the mist was gone … and so was Casey. The sunlight intensified, warming the top of her head and blinding her. Raising her hand to her brow to shade the bright light, a small girl with pigtails stepped out from behind the oak sentry. It’s not Mae, she thought. Mae doesn’t wear pigtails. That’s odd, it could almost be me as a young girl.

She kept trudging on. The girl was gone. Step by step. Stepping over rocks, crossing through weeds. The path sometime clear. The path oftentimes blocked. Around brushy patches. On and on, step after step. She kept going, never making it to the other end. The field was ever ending. The horizon changed, shifting with each peering look. Follow the path, keep going, she repeated to herself. Keep moving.


She looked up. No one there. Where did the voice come from? She shook her head and kept walking.

“Mama!” the voice called out again. “Mama, wake up, Alvin needs you.”

Bea’s eyes opened. She felt confused and disoriented. Where was the field? Where did the difficult path go? Now, she was in a dark room, laying on a soft mattress. Her eyes slowly focused to where Mae stood beside her. She heard Casey softly snoring next to her. The clock on the nightstand glowed softly in the dark bedroom. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Mae shifted from foot to foot, reaching out to touch her mother’s shoulder.  “Mama, Alvin’s crying. He needs you.”

Bea’s eyes flew open in a flash. Oh Dear Lord, her first thought flew to the heavens, let him be okay. Don’t take another one from me. Sat up in a flash and dashed towards the boy’s bedroom. Rushing over to the cot where Alvin sat crying, she pressed a hand to his forehead. No fever.

“A monster was chasing me,” he sobbed, leaning into Bea’s arms.

Thank you Lord, she silently prayed. Only a nightmare.



Comments on: "Fat and Sassy: Are Dreams Life?" (18)

  1. Her dream mystifies me and makes me want her to keep dreaming. Great imagery as usual .:)

  2. Love the tension the re relief at the end

  3. Wow…what an intense dream. It makes me wonder at the meaning of it!! Beautifully written!

    • Hmmm, I might flesh out the dream a little. But, I wonder if people paid much attention to what dreams meant in the 1940’s? I’ll have to think about that a bit.

  4. What wonderful imagery! Makes me wonder what it all means.

    • Thanks Vicki. I still have to figure it out lol. I was trying to come up with a different scene for ‘field’. Jean was pushing me out of my comfort zone lol

  5. Wow, I thought her dream indicated she was ‘passing over’ glad she was woken to deal with Alvin. A very vivid scene.

    • Thanks Sherry. I was trying to go back in my own brain, thinking of one of those ‘weird’ dreams & trying to figure out how to write it in words. It wasn’t as easy as I thought lol

  6. Beautiful piece, keeping me guessing and ending with strong emotions. I have goosebumps. I love this story. Now I need to know who was taken from her.

    • Thanks Jean! Who was taken was a baby, about four years earlier. With skipping around some in the book, I don’t think I’ve hit much on that yet. Actually, I haven’t written much on that yet. I’m finding it difficult to go there emotionally, so I’ve kind of skipped over that period. (for now)

  7. After that dream scene I could feel the sense of foreboding with Alvin. I am so glad nothing happened to Alvin.

  8. I love dreams in stories and I can’t wait to find out the meaning of this very vividly told dream.

  9. Such vivid images – I was able to see everything! Great job!

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