Monday, March 10, 2008


It's 1962. A peaceful row of clouds slowly moved across a pale blue sky, and as each cloud rolled along, it grew larger in size. I watched this magnificent formation of nature enlarge until it filled my entire vision and exploded. The holographic image of a an airplane loomed menacingly as the metal monster broke thru the clouds, the words Boeing 707 stamped across its side.

“Linda!” It is at this moment that I hear my grandmother’s voice calling me. “Linda!”

My eyes burst open and beads of sweat dotted my forehead as I shot up to a sitting position. My hand glided down to the bed beneath me and I patted the mattress gratefully, my ten year old self relieved to be safe in my bedroom. It was only a dream.

“Are you ok?” My mother is standing beside the bed gently pushing the damp strands of hair away from my forehead. . “Did you have another bad dream.”

“It was only a dream, Mom.”
“It’s never only a dream in this family. Tell me about it.”

I retold the dream to my mother and the first thing she did was to call my grandmother (her mother). “Linda had a dream about a Boeing 707 and that could be your flight.”

“Does it crash,” my grandmother asked.


“You’d think she’d learn to have these dreams a little more in advance for convenience sake. Now I have to send someone down to the airport to change things.” She blew out a long sigh, as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders.

“Well, Mom, at least you’ll be alive to see another trip.”

“Not till your daughter has insomnia.”

My mother laughed. All was safe. Just a normal day in a very paranormal life.


Kiann said...

I LOVE this story Linda, thanks for sharing!!!


Noblescribe said...

Dreams have such incredible power. Also the time between falling asleep and waking up tends to be fertile for me and my writing.